O PALE and silent dawn, wilt speak to me?
Above the voice and motion of the sea
I listen for my love.

O noon of splendor, with thy bird and bee,
And thy face hidden in yon warm pine-tree,
Knowest thou not my love?

Enchanter thou, O deep and solemn night!
I follow thee, moon-led, through dark and bright
To find the feet I love.