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NIGHT was new-throned in heaven, and we did rove Together in the cool and shadowless haze That thickened round, at the wild stars to gaze Ere yet the moon’s red rim had showed above The pine-trees. For in both our souls did move The same fond lover-fancy,—that their rays Were richer for all those who from the ways Of man’s long past had looked at them in love; And when our glances through their midst did run From orb to orb of all that seemed most fair, To fix at last with mutual heed on one That gloried in the West beyond compare, It seemed to us that when the day was done, The spirit of our joy was mansioned there. |