Opals (Custance)/A Pause

by Olive Custance

A Pause

 

O! do you hear the rain
Beat on the glass in vain?
So my tears beat against fate's feet
In vain . . . in vain . . . in vain . . .

O! do you see the skies
As gray as your grave eyes?
O! do you hear the wind, my dear,
That sighs and sighs and sighs . . .

. . . Tired as this twilight seems
My soul droops sad with dreams . . .
You cannot know where we two go
In dreams . . . in dreams . . . in dreams.

You only watch the light,
Sinking away from night . . .
In silver mail all shadowy pale,
The moon shines white, so white . . .

. . . O! if we two were wise
Your eyes would leave the skies
And look into my eyes!
And I who wistful stand, . . .
One foot in fairy land,
Would catch Love by the hand. . . .