Leonainie

Leonainie - Angels named her;      And they took the light     Of the laughing stars and framed her      In a smile of white;         And they made her hair of gloomy         Midnight, and her eyes of bloomy         Moonshine, and they brought her to me      In the solemn night. - -     In a solemn night of summer,      When my heart of gloom     Blossomed up to greet the comer      Like a rose in bloom;         All forebodings that distressed me         I forgot as Joy caressed me -         (Lying Joy! that caught and pressed me      In the arms of doom!)     Only spake the little lisper      In the Angel-tongue;     Yet I, listening, heard her whisper -      "Songs are only sung         Here below that they may grieve you -         Tales but told you to deceive you, -         So must Leonainie leave you      While her love is young."     Then God smiled and it was morning.      Matchless and supreme     Heaven's glory seemed adorning      Earth with its esteem:         Every heart but mine seemed gifted         With the voice of prayer, and lifted         Where my Leonainie drifted      From me like a dream.