REVERIE


Bring not bright candles, for his eyes
In twilight have sweet company;
Bring not bright candles, else they fly--
His phantoms fly--
Gazing aggrieved on thee!

Bring not bright candles, startle not
The phantoms of a vacant room,
Flocking above a child that dreams--
Deep, deep in dreams,--
Hid, in the gathering gloom!

Bring not bright candles to those eyes
That between earth and stars descry,
Lovelier for the shadows there,
Children of air,
Palaces in the sky!




THE MASSACRE