The moon that leans o’er yonder fleecy lawn
Lights a white path where wandering souls may stray
From earth as high as heaven: and when the day
Shall pass night’s dusky curtains, newly-drawn,
And swiftly with the footing of a fawn
Leaps up, from cloud to cloud, till all the gray
Burns crimson—then our feet may find a way
From East to West led by the feet of dawn.
Yet now how far apart stand North and South
And that one face and mine! Ah, not so far!
For at the call of one remembered word
I hear again that voice which first I heard
When day dawned in the smile about her mouth
And in her eyes I saw the morning Star.
J. C. C.
1873.