THE RISING moon has hid the stars;Her level rays like golden barsLie on the landscape greenWith shadows brown between.

And silver the river gleamsAs if Diana in her dreamsHad dropt her silver bowUpon the meadows low.

On such a tranquil night as thisShe woke Endymion with a kissWhen sleeping in the groveHe dreamed not of her love.

Like Dian's kiss unasked unsoughtLove gives itself but is not bought;Nor voice nor sound betraysIts deep impassioned gaze.

It comes —the beautiful the freeThe crown of all humanity —In silence and aloneTo seek the elected one.

It lifts the boughs whose shadows deepAre Life's oblivion the soul's sleepAnd kisses the closed eyesOf him who slumbering lies.

O weary hearts!

O slumbering eyes!

O drooping souls whose destiniesAre fraught with fear and painYe shall be loved again!

No one is so accursed by fateNo one so utterly desolateBut some heart though unknownResponds unto his own.

Responds —as if with unseen wingsAn angel touched its quivering strings;And whispers in its songWhere hast thou stayed so long?

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