By Her White Bed.
By her white bed I muse a little space: She fell asleep - not very long ago, - And yet the grass was here and not the snow - The leaf, the bud, the blossom, and - her face! - Midsummer's heaven above us, and the grace Of Lovers own day, from dawn to afterglow; The fireflies' glimmering, and the sweet and low Plaint of the whip-poor-wills, and every place In thicker twilight for the roses' scent. Then night. - She slept - in such tranquility, I walk atiptoe still, nor dare to weep, Feeling, in all this hush, she rests content - That though God stood to wake her for me, she Would mutely plead: "Nay, Lord! Let him so sleep."
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