Another Winter Midnight…
Sweet dreams await me huddled beneath the sheets
With all their subtle designs to torment my night
But quietly I rush out as I hear his longing voice
Through ebon sinister darkness to be his sable bride…
I run, I run on velvet clovers
As stars pour forth their radiant wine
I hear the strains "Love you are mine."
With angel's lutes and beats divine.
At last I find him on a flowery meadow
-a spread on hoary, graying earth-
Ah! My dear Muses' darling! How my heart melts to see..
Heaven's songs circling him in their purest ecstasy.
….and my own dreams glisten in his deep wistful eyes
-Wherever I go there is no escape-
So I sit by him mesmerized… resting my elbows on back of time.