At Amalfi

Come to the window, you who are mine.
Waken! the night is calling.
Sit by me here--with the moon's fair shine
Into your deep eyes falling.

The sea afar is a fearful gloom;
Lean from the casement, listen!
Anear, it breaks with a faery spume,
Spraying the moon-path's glisten.

The little white town below lies deep
As eternity in slumber.
O, you who are mine, how a glance can reap
Beauties beyond all number!

"Amalfi!" say it--as the stars set
O'er yon far promontory.
"Amalfi!" ... Shall we ever forget
Even Above this glory?

No; as twin sails at anchor ride,
Our spirits rock together
On a sea of love--lit as this tide
With tenderest star-weather!

And the quick ecstasy within
Your breast is against me beating.
Amalfi!... Never a night shall win
From God again such fleeting.

Ah--but the dawn is redd'ning up
Over the moon low-dying.
Come, come away--we have drunk the cup:
Ours is the dream undying!