Poems (Van Vorst)/Outre Mort
OUTRE MORT
You came to me in visions of the night,
Your pale brow bound by a bright ring of flame;
High, unapproachable, and dazzling white,
You came.
Your pale brow bound by a bright ring of flame;
High, unapproachable, and dazzling white,
You came.
I rose and called you by your dearest name;—
"Tell me," I said, "how go the hours' flight
In that far land? Do men strive there for Fame
"Tell me," I said, "how go the hours' flight
In that far land? Do men strive there for Fame
And Love? Then I lost sense and sight:
You bent to me,—your kisses were the same
As when, long since, to be my life's delight
You came.
You bent to me,—your kisses were the same
As when, long since, to be my life's delight
You came.