Walks the garden of Night;

Higher and higher

Through the star-enflowered pathways of sapphire

She draws her train of silver.

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If words fail, song will come;

If thought fades, souls will not be dumb;

If sound ceases, Silence our song;

If Life fails,—Death join our hands.

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RAINY NIGHT

Like tears shed over a dream,

Like sighs that stream

In an unseen nameless way

Into the heart of our lay.

It seemed hour on hours,

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