The Breadth and Beauty of the Spacious Night

The breadth and beauty of the spacious night
Brimmed with white moonlight, swept by winds that blew
The flying sea-spray up to where we two
Sat all alone, made one in Love's delight, —
The sanctity of sunsets palely bright;
Autumnal woods, seen 'neath meek skies of blue;
Old cities that God's silent peace stole through, —
These of our love were very sound and sight.

The strain of labor; the bewildering din
Of thundering wheels; the bells' discordant chime;
The sacredness of art; the spell of rhyme, —
These, too, with our dear love were woven in.
That so, when parted, all things might recall
The sacred love that had its part in all.