Poems (May)/To ———
TO ———.
Shadows had fluttered and nested Under the boughs and the low-hanging eaves, Soft fell the darkness around us, The dew through the leaves.
As one who at twilight left lonely, Lit by the stars and the slow-rising moon,Touching the silver keys lightly, Plays tune after tune;
Not knowing a spirit more gifted, Still though it listen and far though it seems, Is sending adrift on the music Beautiful dreams;
So, in my twilight of sadness, Careless I struck from the swift keys of thought,Fancies, like snatches of music, Idle, unsought.
Nor guessed that a note of my playing, Passing the gates where thy song, angel bright,Lay asleep like a princess enchanted, Would guide it to light.