Nocturne

I have grown pale and paler Since one went away, Who passed from me as softly As daylight leaves the day.

My hair has lost its gleaming, The light has left my face, I am a grey-eyed wanderer In any lonely place.

And on my heart is moonlight Like white rain on the sea. And I am of the evening As the evening is of me.

A gentle moan, remembrance, A folded wing is love, Since my dream stepped into shadow On the soft feet of a dove.

Now when thoughts of him arise And open in my soul, They are frailer than white roses In a silver bowl.