I FIND you in the amber evening glow
And in the dearest moments of a song;
You walk with me where hooded sorrows go,
By your remembrance is my strength made strong.

And in the mysticalest hour of night
Your soul, a star, flames forth to make the day;
Along the poets' pages you shed light,
A sweet and secret gloss on all they say. ...

What though the roads be many, and run far?
To follow them is but a little while,
Because you beckon, and the bendings are
But home-returning to your smile, — your smile.