Her Vesper Song.

The Summer lightning comes and goes     In one pale cloud above the hill,     As if within its soft repose     A burning heart were never still -     As in my bosom pulses beat     Before the coming of his feet.     All drugged with odorous sleep, the rose     Breathes dewy balm about the place,     As if the dreams the garden knows     Took immaterial form and face -     As in my heart sweet thoughts arise     Beneath the ardour of his eyes.     The moon above the darkness shows     An orb of silvery snow and fire,     As if the night would now disclose     To heav'n her one divine desire -     As in the rapture of his kiss     All of my soul is drawn to his.     The cloud, it knows not that it glows;     The rose knows nothing of its scent;     Nor knows the moon that it bestows     Light on our earth and firmament -     So is the soul unconscious of     The beauties it reveals through LOVE.