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ALONE IN THE TWILIGHT. 123
No hand to touch, no kindly eye
To flash its gkidness into mine,
With mystic might, that bringeth nigh
A joy akin to the Divine.
That thrilling touch of loving hands,
That none but kindred hearts can feel ;
That glance that knits our spirit bands
In stronger bonds than chains of steel.
Oh ! eye that tells of love and hate,
Whence bringest thou thine awful power,
To seal a breaking spirit's fate,
Or with such gladness to endower?
From thee how strangely doth the soul
Look forth her passion and her pain ;
O'er thee the thunder cloud can roll
With lightning flash and stormy raiii.
And even in my solitude,
Across the waste of years there streams
The light that in its loving mood
Shone from one eye in sunny beams.
And voices that with magic spell
Come from afar with silvery chime,
Peal forth my sorrow's passing knell,
And lead me fairer heights to climb.
There's music round me in my room
That hath my spii-it deeply stirred ;
Amidst the silence and the gloom
Sweet vesper songs I've faintly heard.
And though I named vaj passing pain.
The darkness of a starless cloud
The silvery moon shines forth again.
And opal shadows round me crowd.
And I will hush this yearning moan.
And quench my spirit's wild unrest.
Alone — I cannot be alone.
When with such radiant visions blest.