Like weary sea-birds spent with flight <br /> And faltering, <br />The slow hours beat across the night <br /> On leaden wing. <br />The wild bird knows where rest shall be <br /> Soe'er he roam. <br />Heart of my heart! apart from thee <br /> I have no home. <br /> <br />Afar from thee, yet not alone, <br /> Heart of my heart! <br />Like some soft haunting whisper blown <br /> From Heaven thou art. <br />I hear the magic music roll <br /> Its waves divine; <br />The subtle fragrance of thy soul <br /> Has passed to mine. <br /> <br />Nor dawn nor Heaven my heart can know <br /> Save that which lies <br />In lights and shades that come and go <br /> In thy soft eyes. <br />Here in the night I dream the day, <br /> By love upborne, <br />When thy sweet eyes shall shine and say <br /> "It is the morn!"<br /><br />George Essex Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nocturne/
