At Amalfi

Come to the window, you who are mine. Waken! the night is calling. Sit by me here--with the moon's fair shine Into your deep eyes falling.

The sea afar is a fearful gloom; Lean from the casement, listen! Anear, it breaks with a faery spume, Spraying the moon-path's glisten.

The little white town below lies deep As eternity in slumber. O, you who are mine, how a glance can reap Beauties beyond all number!

"Amalfi!" say it--as the stars set O'er yon far promontory. "Amalfi!" ... Shall we ever forget Even Above this glory?

No; as twin sails at anchor ride, Our spirits rock together On a sea of love--lit as this tide With tenderest star-weather!

And the quick ecstasy within Your breast is against me beating. Amalfi!... Never a night shall win From God again such fleeting.

Ah--but the dawn is redd'ning up Over the moon low-dying. Come, come away--we have drunk the cup: Ours is the dream undying!

VIII.