burning in my chamber.

Your dark servant comes noiselessly and spreads the bridal carpet
for you to take your seat there alone with me in the wordless
silence till night is done.



XLV

My night has passed on the bed of sorrow, and my eyes are tired.
My heavy heart is not yet ready to meet morning with its crowded
joys.

Draw a veil over this naked light, beckon aside from me this
glaring flash and dance of life.

Let the mantle of tender darkness cover me in its folds, and
cover my pain awhile from the pressure of the world.



XLVI

The time is past when I could repay her for all that I received.

Her night has found its morning and thou hast taken her to thy
arms: and to thee I bring my gratitude and my gifts that were for
her.