At midnight, in the month of June, Strange is thy pallor! strange thy
I stand beneath the mystic moon. dress, An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Strange, above all, thy length of Exhales from out her golden rim, tress, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, And this all solemn silentness! Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, Into the universal valley. Which is enduring, so be deep! The rosemary nods upon the grave; Heaven have her in its sacred keep! The lily lolls upon the wave; This chamber changed for one more Wrapping the fog about its breast, holy, The ruin molders into rest; This bed for one more melancholy, Looking like Lethe, see! the lake I pray to God that she may lie A conscious slumber seems to take, For ever with unopened eye, And would not, for the world, While the pale sheeted ghosts go awake. by! All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her Irene, with her Destinies! sleep O, lady bright! can it be right- As it is lasting, so be deep! This window open to the night? Soft may the worms about her The wanton airs, from the tree-top, creep! Laughingly through the lattice drop- Far in the forest, dim and old, The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, For her may some tall vault unfold- Flit through thy chamber in and out, Some vault that oft has flung its And wave the curtain canopy black So fitfully- so fearfully- And winged panels fluttering back, Above the closed and fringed lid Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, 'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul Of her grand family funerals- lies hid, Some sepulchre, remote, alone, That, o'er the floor and down the Against whose portal she hath wall, thrown, Like ghosts the shadows rise and In childhood, many an idle stone- fall! Some tomb from out whose Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? sounding door Why and what art thou dreaming She ne'er shall force an echo more, here? Thrilling to think, poor child of sin! Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas, It was the dead who groaned within. A wonder to these garden trees! -- THE END --