At Twilight

Once more she holds me with her pensive eyes; Once more I feel her voice’s witchery Within my heart unfountain tears and sighs, And fill the soul of me.

Once more she bends a silent face above; Once more I feel her hands’ soft touches shake My life, unbinding long-imprisoned love, Bidding my lost dreams wake.

Once more I see her serious smile; and touch Once more the lips of her whose kisses say-- “The night was long, and thou hast suffered much: At last, dear heart, ’t is day!”