Love’s Visitor

                   I.

At midnight doth she come to me,

     When all the world is still;

When silence hangs her somber shroud

     O’er city, plain and hill.

She comes to me from out the gloom,

     Mid red and golden gleams;

And I awake to welcome her,

     Sweet angel of my dreams.

                   II.

She brings to me the glow of morn,

     The breath of new mown hay;

She feeds with love my hungry heart,

     And then she floats away.

She floats away beyond the pale,

     And night with rapture teems;

And sleep is sweet because of her,

     Bright angel of my dreams.

Oct. 14, ‘98

Pub. in B. Globe,

             1898