Soft through a mist there's a memory creeping,
To tell you in dreams that are wistful and low,
Soft through the mist between waking and sleeping--
Of love as she came to you long, long ago.. Tells you of love as a deathless maiden
Who plays with a moonbeam and laughs like a child..
Her eyes are how full!--and her lashes how laden
With starlight!--her glances how level and mild! See how her finger-tips fitfully glisten!
See with what wonder her forehead is deep!--
She breathes, and you tremble.. She waits, and you listen..
She waits, and you breathe not.. She breathes.. And you sleep.