Not a sound but echoing in me

Not a sound

But, echoing in me,

Vibrates all around

With a blind delight,

Till it breaks on Thee,

Queen of Night!

Every tree,

O'ershadowing with gloom,

Seems to cover thee

Secret, dark, love-still'd,

In a holy room

Silence-filled.

Let no moon

Creep up the heaven to-night;

I in darksome noon

Walking hopefully,

Seek my shrouded light --

Grope for thee!

Darker grow

The borders of the dark!

Through the branches glow,

From the roof above,

Star and diamond-sparks

Light for love.