Shadow-Light the Evening's scale;

Half silent the voice of thy singing.

Quiver the notes in pain;

Exquisite, sad, the melody at thy touch;

Like the silver arrow of Desire

Piercing the Soul's golden heart.

The room is lost in dark.

The ivory keys, white fringe

Of a music long since mute;

Yet, in the black night

Tremble and toss notes

Unheard, undreamt,—like sleep

Sleepless, and waking full of smart.

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In the golden afterglow you lay,

When the emerald moon

Made thin silver fog-veils

For the bride of night,

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