Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day
Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd
I have been touched with her, and have ta'en (Unclear
The acquaintance of her beauty like a dream,
Or as it were a flower of Faerie breathed
Music, with the tears in it,
Through my soul is ringing,
Moods like bodies flame and flit
Through the spirit's singing;
At the back of the brain a picture lies
Of all we have been and done,
And ever and then a color flames
In the shadow of thought's sun.
Behold her on the silent sea,
Yon vessel like a spirit there!
Moved in a dream's reality,
As if she trod the air.
She had an other-worldly air,
So like a flower she grew,
As if her thoughts and feelings were
The only life she knew.
Evil itself may be but good disguised,
As many a virtue now was once a vice,
Or held to be such by the moralists;
This fair woman who is dead
(Sung so sweet of long ago)
Lies not in a mortal bed —
Song has made her couch to grow
The fruit of love's desire is sweet
For any man and maid to eat.
However ripened in time's air,
No other can with it compare.