Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Healing
HEALING
The very stars shook in the sky,The north wind stormed so fierce and loud;So fast it ran, the moon swept by,A drowning face, in floods of cloud— So fast, so cold, that the midnight Was full of dreams of wild affright.(Love, did I lose thee in the terror of the night?)
Oh, none the less there comes againA moon so purely white and stillThe stars remit their shining, fainThat hers may work its silvery will, And winds so soft the daybreak hour Buds to their kiss, a roseate flower.(Love, I have seen thee, found thee, in the rose-red hour!)