When on my bed the moonlight falls, <br /> I know that in thy place of rest <br /> By that broad water of the west, <br /> There comes a glory on the walls: <br /> Thy marble bright in dark appears, <br /> As slowly steals a silver flame <br /> Along the letters of thy name, <br /> And o'er the number of thy years. <br /> The mystic glory swims away; <br /> From off my bed the moonlight dies; <br /> And closing eaves of wearied eyes <br /> I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray: <br /> <br /> And then I know the mist is drawn <br /> A lucid veil from coast to coast, <br /> And in the dark church like a ghost <br /> Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-a-h-h-67-when-on-my-bed-the-moonligh/
