Night

Kandilli floated upon sleep—
We trailed the moonlight on the deep.
We took a shining silver track
And spoke no word of turning back.
Phantom trees on the dreaming crest...
Pensive slopes where the waters rest...
The season's end was such a time—
The distant note of a hidden chime.
We passed and vanished far away
Ere the dream was lost at break of day.