Nocturne

By dim, mauve and. dream-white bushes of lilac

I pass to the cypress alley,

and to the mere which lies breathless in the moonshine.

A fish leaps, a momentary flame of fire.

Then all is still again on the moonlit mere,

where, breathless, it lies beyond the cypress alley.

In the vague moonshine of the cypress alley

I pass again, a silent shadow,

by the dim, mauve and dream-white bushes of lilac.