After Emily Bronte

..and at this past-midnight hour
when the moon and the stars they in anguish quiver
I feel the weakening and easing of life's fire
and am content to lose my every past wish and desire-

the' but and should' all laid to wither
peace to claim, rest to inhabit and never
to regret, to repent or goad over
what could not be despite my heart's fervour-

life I then know better ---the imperfect picture,
the fallaway, the chagrin, the moan, the fever
the heart estranged, the love that has lost its wonder
to the abyss that the fondest hopes and dreams have fallen over-

the night thickens and now all is the deepest silence
only the beating of my bruised heart I hear in calmest acceptance
though in the glory of the past I can't relive
I'll step into the unknown dawn without any fear or grief