W. C. Scully - XV lyrics

The night is still, the silent frost hangs thick On leaf and gra**, the j**el's coming day Will light to softened splendour. Bright and quick The starbeams through the crisp air thrill. Away Swifter than these a thought has southward sped, And back returned on faithful, homing wing, Bearing the picture of a golden head Pressed on a snowy pillow. Slumbering My darling lies; each eyelid, silken-fringed, Droops like a dove's breast-feather tremulously-- The lips, a petalled casket half unhinged, Show pearls more bright than holds the silver sea. For now a stray dream-spirit at her ear Tells to the child some tale she smiles to hear.