Though looming night might ease my dread mistake, <br />(We each wear one, like passion Hushed away) , <br />Forgiving light's last tryst I'll ever take, <br />Forever here, where fondest yearnings lay. <br />Each breath revives upbound in love's dismay, <br />Transcending life to wean but never slow, <br />As stars are woe when starlight cannot sway <br />On knees, to stars, confessed; where did dreams go? <br />Each evening pleads throughout the austere day, <br />What words oft' scream to bear each sullen night, <br />When fevered passions gleam in dreary grey <br />Each distant dream to weep for its lost sight.
