The Night by Herbert Trench — Read

I put aside the branches / That clothe the Door in gloom; / A glow-worm lit the pathway / And a lamp out of her room / Shook down a stifled greeting: / How could it greet aright / The thirst of years like deserts / That led up to this night?

But she, like sighing forests, / Stole on me -- full of rest, / Her hair was like the sea's wave, / Whiteness was in her breast, -- / (_So does one come, at night, upon a wall of roses._)

As in a stone of crystal / The cloudy web and flaw

Turns, at a flash, to rainbows, / Wing'd I became -- I saw / I sang; -- but human singing / Ceased, in a burning awe.

Slow, amid leaves, in silence -- / Rapt as the holy pray -- / Flame into flame we trembled / And the world sank away.