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SONG OF THE EVENING, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: You my eyes, my little windows dear
Last Line: Of the glories in this world so wide!


You my eyes, my little windows dear,
Leave me yet a while your vision clear,
Welcome many pictures in with cheer--
Sometime soon you will be dark and drear!

And when once these weary lids shall close,
Then the soul shall rest--when darkness grows;
Groping, off she strips her shoes and goes
In her coffin black to find repose.

Still she sees two little sparks that gleam:
Like two tiny inward stars they beam,
Till they fade and vanish like a dream;
Blown away by moth-wings' beat they seem.

Yet I'm wandering still at eventide,
Only fading stars as friends abide.
Drink, my eyes, whate'er can be espied
Of the glories in this world so wide!





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