Across the lonely, drifting noon;

Along the wreathëd tides we fled

Beneath the memoried moon.

Sad love pursued where sorrow led;

And beauty, waiting to be dead,

Kissed under the dead moon.

Love, speechless, yearned in hopeless eyes;

And hearts that hungered craved in vain.

Dumb pity heard sad pity's sighs;

And grief soothed grief again.

Fond smile to smile sent faint replies,

And faded back to pain.

Entangled in the toils of fate,

Two stood at Eden's open gate—

Banned, in a world found desolate ...

And love made league with hate ...

All time's long woe since man's wet eyes

Peered toward a promised paradise

Pressed home,—the weight of smothered cries,

Dead dreams, and hopeless pain

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