Between Joy and Sorrow

Between joy and sorrow.
As 'twixt day and morrow,
I lay for a space;
And I heard, so lying,
My old Grief sighing
From her far-off place.

I said, " Thou art over.
And where dreams hover
Thou hoverest now;
In the land of thy dwelling
What waters are welling.
And blossoms what bough?

"Old tears are its rivers;
The wind that there quivers
Is breath of old sighs;
Wreck-strewn are the shores there
And sunset endures there
Through infinite skies.

"But all there is quiet;
There no wave makes riot
On the waif-cumber'd coasts,
Where thou movest banished,
But not quite vanished, —
A ghost among ghosts."