Chapter VI: At Amalfi

Come to the window, you who are mine.
Waken! the night is calling.
Sit by me here--with the moon's fair shine
Into your deep eyes falling.

The sea afar is a fearful gloom;
Lean from the casement, listen!
Anear it breaks with a faery spume,
Spraying the rocks that glisten.

The little white town below lies deep
As eternity in slumber.
O, you who are mine, how a glance can reap
Beauties beyond all number!

And, how as sails that at anchor ride
Our spirits rock together
On a sea of love--lit as this tide
With tenderest star-weather!

Till the gray dawn is redd'ning up,
Over the moon low-lying.
Come, come away--we have drunk the cup:
Ours is the dream undying!