Dream Tryst

The breatlis of kissina nicht and day Were mingled in the eastern heaven. Throbbinp with unheard meïody, Sliook Lyra uil its st::r chord seven Wlien dusk shrank, ei ld and light trod 6hy, And dawn's gray weru troubied gray And souls went palelj up sky And mine to Lucide. There was no ei v.::;-e i.i liur gwéet eyes Since last I saw ilio e wcet eyes shine; There was no changa in lu-r deep lieart Since last that deep heart knocked at mine. Her eyes were cieav, her eyes were Hope's Wherein did ever come and go The sparkle of the fountain drops From her sweet soul bclow. The chambers in the house of dreams Are fed with so divine an air That Time's hoar wings grow young therein. And they who walk there are most fair. I joyed for one, I joyed for her, Who with the past meet girt about, Where our last kiss still warms the air, Nor can her eyes go out.