The shadow that comes to bless
From kissed depths unexpressed,
The luminous restlessness
That is better than res
As he came, he wen
They felt him but half-b
Then he was quietly blent
With silence and memor
Sleep left again their laughter,
Their tranced hope ceased to last,
And but a small time after
They knew not he had passe
Yet when the sorrow of living,
Because life is not willed,
Comes back in dreams' hours, giving
A sense of life being chilled,