Winter Noon

Well, my kind, in silence sad

trip we after what we read

We the globe can compass soon

swifter than the wandering moon

I look to like

if looking liking prays

I gather thorns

seek night to happy days

On life's vast ocean do we sail

I pity myself, cause passion is the gale

Tears augmenting the fresh morning-dew

I know my grievance or be much denied

Mistempered sorrow, fear me not!

You dreamt a dream tonight and so did I

And since you wove dreams of joy and fear

which made me terrible and dear

But I arose and saw the dawn

when light rode hight and was gone