O'er the wood's brow,
Pale, the moon stares;
In every bough
Wandering airs
Faintly suspire. . . .
O heart's-desire!
Two willow-trees
Waver and weep,
One in the breeze,
One in the deep
Glass of the stream. . . .
Dream we our dream!
An infinite
Resignedness
Rains where the white
Mists opalesce
In the moon-shower. . . .
Stay, perfect hour!
