I did not hear the footstep stealing softly through the door, I did not see the shadow falling darkly on the floor, T did not heed his coming nor know when he had passed, Nor dream that he could take you when I held your hand so fast.
Are you happy in the meadows where his tall, pale flowers grow?
Do you never miss the roses that you loved here long ago? How they bloom and how they wither while you never come again, In the garden where the morning stil] must look for you in vain!
But the night knows bow to find you; in her mansions cool and deep Shoe has spells that lure andi bind you, she has dreams that clasp and keep; And I kneel before the portal where her marble moons are
And I snatch the gift immortal te"
hung, my mortal yearning flung.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.