Poems (May)/To ———

by Edith May

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.