The Somnambulist

Oaks and a water. By the water--eyes,
  Ice-green and steadfast as cold stars; and hair
  Yellow as eyes deep in a she-wolf's lair;
  And limbs, like darkness that the lightning dyes.
  The humped oaks stand black under iron skies;
  The dry wind whirls the dead leaves everywhere;
  Wild on the water falls a vulture glare
  Of moon, and wild the circling raven flies.
  Again the power of this thing hath laid
  Illusion on him: and he seems to hear
  A sweet voice calling him beyond his gates
  To longed-for love; he comes; each forest glade
  Seems reaching out white arms to draw him near--
  Nearer and nearer to the death that waits.