Just a dash of lambent carmine
  Shading into sky of gold;
Just a twitter of a song-bird
  Ere the wings its head enfold;
Just a rustling sigh of parting
  From the moon-kissed hill to breeze;
And a cheerful gentle, nodding
  Adieu waving from the trees;
Just a friendly sunbeam’s flutter
  Wishing all a night’s repose,
Ere the stars swing back the curtain
  Bringing twilight’s dewy close.

All yesterday it poured, and all night long
    I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat
Upon the shingled roof like a weird song,
    Upon the grass like running children’s feet.
And down the mountains by the dark cloud kissed,
    Like a strange shape in filmy veiling dressed,
Slid slowly, silently, the wraith-like mist,
    And nestled soft against the earth’s wet breast.
But lo, there was a miracle at dawn!
    The still air stirred at touch of the faint breeze,
The sun a sheet of gold bequeathed the lawn,
    The songsters twittered in the rustling trees.
And all things were transfigured in the day,
    But me whom radiant beauty could not move;
For you, more wonderful, were far away,
    And I was blind with hunger for your love.

I am but a leaf
Clinging to the tree of life
In the world’s garden.
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Last night I saw you,
A dream rose and I your stem;
Showing you the sun. 
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They tear at my heart—
The days that knew no desire.
For they were wasted.
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Night shadows woo me.
I cling to the crescent moon
Like the evening star.
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The moon—ah the moon
Draped in the velvet of night
Brocaded with stars.
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Do not bring lanterns
I say, “Darkness is supreme
Delight beyond words.”
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Drops of silver blood
Are falling from the sky’s heart.
All the world has woe.
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O night of Shadows
Seal my lips with your magic
Of silent beauty!