Remembered Hours

Not here at all, nor in thy far-off place,
I stand to-day in heart; but by those seas
Which two years back made choral symphonies
To Love's great hymn of rapture and of praise;
I stand and hear the clamor of old days, —
The days of sun, and winds that made no peace
At dusk, but through the night's wide radiances
Fought on, before the moon's affrighted face;

And o'er the confluent thunder of the deep.
The infuriated shrieking of the gale,
I hear the sweetness of thy tones prevail.
Ah, how the blood thrills, and the pulses leap.
When all Love's burning memories assail
This heart which only meets thee, now, in sleep!