Poems (Duer)/Nocturne
For works with similar titles, see Nocturne.
NOCTURNE.
I.
In the shade of the trees it is night, But out here bright as noon; All the garden lies brilliantly white In the light of the moon, And the rose-laden air breathes delight, And love passes so soon.
II.
From across the far fields comes the sound Of the sea on the shore; So the love of all time echoes round The wide world o er and o er. But our love-time is brief and when found Shall we waste it the more?
III.
From the branches I brush as I pass Fall the dewdrops like rain, And the wind in the trees sighs "Alas," And is silent again. But no faint footstep rustles the grass, And I listen in vain.
IV.
O my lady, your garden lies fair In the light of the moon; It is midnight—but why should we care?— In our hearts is high noon. Life is sweet as the rose-laden air, And—love passes so soon.
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