gossamers! 

Dost thou renew thy murmuring,

To tell, the shores where float and cling

The gold light into silver die?

While dreams of hers, like angels, float

That dreams of mine might speak with hers,

With words as low as winds that be

 A DREAM Why will you haunt my sleep? You know it may not be, The grave is wide and deep, That sunders you and me; In bitter dreams we reap The sorrow we have sown, And I would I were asleep, Forgotten and alone! We knew and did not know, We saw and did not see, The nets that long ago Fate wove for you and me; The cruel nets that keep The birds that sob and moan, And I would we were asleep, Forgotten and alone! 

You know it may not be,

That sunders you and me;

The sorrow we have sown,

Forgotten and alone!

We saw and did not see,

Fate wove for you and me;

The birds that sob and moan,

Forgotten and alone!

 TWILIGHT ON TWEED. Three crests against the saffron sky, Beyond the purple plain, The dear remembered melody Of Tweed once more again. Wan water from the border hills, Dear voice from the old years, Thy distant music lulls and stills, And moves to quiet tears. Like a loved ghost thy fabled flood Fleets through the dusky land; Where Scott, come home to die, has stood, My feet returning stand. A mist of memory broods and floats, The border waters flow; The air is full of ballad notes, Borne out of long ago. Old songs that sung themselves to 

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