Song.

Once as the aureole Day left the earth, Faded, a twilight soul, Memory, had birth: Young were her sister souls, Sorrow and Mirth. Dark mirrors are her eyes: Wherein who gaze See wan effulgencies Flicker and blaze— Lorn fleeting shadows of beautiful days. Scan those deep mirrors well After long years: Lo! what aforetime fell In rain of tears, In radiant glamour-mist now reappears. See old wild gladness Tamed now and coy; Grief that was madness Turned into joy. Fate cannot harry them now, nor annoy. Down from yon throbbing blue, Passionless, fair, Still faces look on you, Sunlit their hair, With a slow smile at your pleasure and care. Life and death murmurings From their lips go In vaster music-rings; Outward they flow, Tenderer, wilder, than songs that we know.