After The Mountains

[To L. C. B.]

IN my dreams I see the hill-tops
Where the cloudy pathways led,
You and I have trod together
In the days that now are dead.

Still I see their shining splendors
Height in height before me rise,
And the radiance of their glory
Streams across my half-shut eyes.

In my dreams you are beside me, —
Still I hear your tender tone,
And your dear eyes light my darkness
Till I am no more alone,

For with memories I am haunted,
And the silence seems to beat
With the music of your talking
And the coming of your feet.
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