A Reed by the River/Balm
BALM
After the sun, the shade,
Beatitude of shadow,
Dim aisles for memory made,—
And Thought;
After the sun, the shade.
Beatitude of shadow,
Dim aisles for memory made,—
And Thought;
After the sun, the shade.
After the heat, the dew,
The tender touch of twilight;
The unfolding of the few
Calm Stars;
After the heat, the dew.
The tender touch of twilight;
The unfolding of the few
Calm Stars;
After the heat, the dew.
After all, there is balm;
From the wings of dark there is wafture
Of sleep, night's infinite psalm,—
And Dreams;
After all there is balm.
From the wings of dark there is wafture
Of sleep, night's infinite psalm,—
And Dreams;
After all there is balm.