THY PSYCHE.
Like a strain of wondrous music rising up in cloister dim,
Through my life's unwritten measures thou dost steal, a glorious hymn!
All the joys of earth and heaven in the singing meet and flow,
Richer, sweeter, for the wailing of an undertone of woe;
How I linger, how I listen for each mellow note that falls,
Clear as chime of angels floating downward o'er the jasper walls.
Through my life's unwritten measures thou dost steal, a glorious hymn!
All the joys of earth and heaven in the singing meet and flow,
Richer, sweeter, for the wailing of an undertone of woe;
How I linger, how I listen for each mellow note that falls,
Clear as chime of angels floating downward o'er the jasper walls.
Every night when winds are moaning round my chamber by the sea,
Thine's the face that, through the darkness, latest looks with love at me;
And I dream, ere thou departest thou dost press thy lips to mine,—
Then I sleep as slept the immortals after draughts of Hebe's wine!
As the young Endymion slumbered in a moonlight trance of bliss,
When, on lonely Latmos lying, Dian stooped his lips to kiss!
Thine's the face that, through the darkness, latest looks with love at me;
And I dream, ere thou departest thou dost press thy lips to mine,—
Then I sleep as slept the immortals after draughts of Hebe's wine!
As the young Endymion slumbered in a moonlight trance of bliss,
When, on lonely Latmos lying, Dian stooped his lips to kiss!
