We walked through the silent, mild night

We walked through the silent, mild night,

your arm in mine,

your eyes in mine.

The moon poured silver light

upon your face,

as though gold rested on your fair head.

And you appeared to me an angel,

mild, mild and great and overflowing with soul,

holy and pure like the dear sun.

And in my eyes

swelled urgent warmth,

as of threatening tears.

I held you tighter

and kissed you,

kissed you very softly.

My soul wept.