THE perfect piteous beauty of thy face, Is like a star the dawning drives away； Mine eyes may never see in the bright day Thy pallid¹ halo, thy supernal² grace： But in the night from forth³ the silent place Thou comest, dim in dreams, as doth a stray Star of the starry⁴ flock that in the grey Is seen, and lost, and seen a moment's space.

    And as the earth at night turns to a star, Loved long ago, and dearer than the sun, So in the spiritual place afar, At night our souls are mingled⁵ and made one, And wait till one night fall, and one dawn rise, That brings no noon too splendid for your eyes.