In the deeps of Dream...

In the deeps of Dream O'er the pool of Sleep A lone star her face Seeking, with song-kindled eyes Her Isle of Rest.

Across the dusky hills The first flush of waking Unfurls its silver banner To signal the Isle for her: She vanishes, as before, into the fading Night.

Thus the Eye of Life Searches for the home of Peace Night after night: And when the sun of Death rises It flees,—it loves its own night.