Coming thro’ the porch of dreams
To the portal of the day,
Vacant all the ether seems
With a grief that leaves her grey.
In a threnody of sighs,
With the cloud wreaths‘ round her face,
Morning veils her heavy eyes,
Weeping for her vanished grace.
Ah! in gaining lusty Dawn,
Life, and pleasant facts of light,
Why must we, the darkness gone,
Lose the dreams that haunt the night?