Late Night
The walls are weak, the battered gates
are cracking; bitter, silent streets
now testify of starving souls;
surrender grows more tempting, time
itself will conquer all for dream:
A town besieged, my mind by sleep
assaulted, seeks unhoped relief,
and hopes for saving reinforcement.
Moonlit Bay
The rain had beaten head and hand
and wept across both sea and land,
the dark was drawing near with speed
to stifle heart in dream or deed,
but dolphins swift in moonlit bay
with streaming, splashing wave did play,
and high on island steam or cloud
was crowning mountain sheer and proud,
as we who had our bodies shed
were laid to sleep in starry beds.
