Promise

CREATION now is hushed to radiant sleep

The shimmering foliage and the smiling ower,

The pale suspense of water round a steep

Lone mountain silver-robed. At this cool hour

When a vast silence crowns the depth and height,

Wrapt in calm reverie, I watch the moon,

My souls own counterpart, transform the night

To an inexpressible ethereal tune,

Echoed through unbound space in starry gleams.

The tenuous sails upon the passionless sky

Carry to magic shores my prisoned dreams

That through long births have blossomed but to die.

Now a lifes weary quest shall be ful
lled,

For on my brow his promise He has sealed.

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