HERE there is no sleep of nights Though the eve fall soft and soon. The lagoon Is starred by many floating lights. Gleaming walls of marble rise White against the black lagoon. Very soon The white moon will climb the skies. Where the darkest shadows fall Someone summoneth the moon With strange tune; Night is troubled by the call. The white stones—the song of sadness Sighing up from the lagoon To the moon,— These have touched my dreams with madness. |