Noon's Dream-Song

The day is long; the worn Noon dreams.

He shifts in vain, to ease his pain,

And through what seems, he hears a song:

A forest song, whose high note seems

To tell of pain, endured in vain,

And fills his dreams with things lost long.

A dead love seems to thrill that song;

Hope nursed in vain, years passed in pain,

Leaves fallen long, a tide that dreams.

Then, as he dreams, the shades grow long;

And, in his pain, he moans in vain,

While fades the song of what but seems.