Through The Night

Tbe silver teinlril of the Btream Wlnda chrough the oavern of the alght, And, husli! there iloats cross my druum A cygnet bathed m jiallid light. The moon'scold e.veballs stares not down Upon the wondrous frt'itílit it brings, Hung round Hs arcbed ncck- a cröwn Ui i'itarls aud silver blazonlngs. And, while it trails adown the t My senses, sinothering 'ueuth the gloom And silence tliat gulf all beslde, Hall the white glory of its pi unie- Hail the elear starlight of eaoh gem. Bound in the frost of time's disdain. A hand grasps al the dladem, Wlien sudden, all is black agaln.