In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67

When on my bed the moonlight falls,
; ; ; ;I know that in thy place of rest
; ; ; ;By that broad water of the west,
There comes a glory on the walls:
Thy marble bright in dark appears,
; ; ; ;As slowly steals a silver flame
; ; ; ;Along the letters of thy name,
And o'er the number of thy years.
The mystic glory swims away;
; ; ; From off my bed the moonlight dies;
; ; ; And closing eaves of wearied eyes
I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:

And then I know the mist is drawn
; ; ; A lucid veil from coast to coast,
; ; ; And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.