Classic Poem

PART II.—THE VIGIL OF FAITH.

“B RIGHT N ULKAH , doe-eyed forest girl!
 Oh! still in dreams those evening skies
  Bend over me as soft as when,
  Born to a faith first plighted then,
 We silent sought each other's eyes
 To read their spirit mysteries:
Then watched the lake's low ripples curl,
 Then sought each other's eyes again,
 Then looked around on crag and hill,
 Looked on each shadowy tree so still,
Looked on them each and all to see
All—all was real , Earth—Love and WE .