… In the arms of wind’s dream,
I was rocked to sleep beneath moon’s white beam.
A friendly ghost from time long past-
Whispered, sighed, its graces, she cast!
… Shadows played below moonbeam;
Chased by the restless wind in their gleam.
Little lullaby, a lovely song-
Kept its meaning nice and strong!
… Yearning, things yet unseen,
Sang to me so serene.
Whispered fragments of old broken shield;
Rode on the strange, haunting field!
… Lured from my sleep, I danced with greed;
Entranced by music and light indeed!
Then suddenly I knew my aim;
The likeness of night and flame.
… He winked and smiled beneath the cloud.
His song grew soft, not aloud.
His secret was discovered, he floated away,
At the shimmering, faint touch of gray!! …