  When fades the light along the western sky, When dies the last dim rose to subtlest gray, When darkling mere and mead enshadowed lie, And Night's wide arms enfold the wearied Day; When tired lilies ring their vesper bells And dusking leaves speak whispered orison, When cassocked Twilight breathing benison His rosary of flashing fireflies tells— Then ends the day-long struggle. Strong no more I drift far out on Fancy's phantom sea, Setting full sail for that forbidden shore Where waiteth Love for me. ***** When fades the light from out my dying eyes, And soul and sense seem slipping soft away, Waiting to wing me to the unknown Gray; When things of time and thought grow strangely dim, And the pent spirit strains to loose its bands Till from the fettered feet and helpless hands Shall fall life's shackles pitiless and grim— Then shall the conflict cease. Enchained no more My soul shall sail the silent unknown sea Until it touch the unforbidden shore Where Love awaiteth me. |
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