[Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde | ||
I know thee Spirit! thou hast been
Light of my soul by night and day,
All-seeing, though thyself unseen,
My dreams—my thoughts—and what are they
But visions of a calmer ray—
All, all were thine—and thine between
Each hope that melted fast away
The throb of anguish, deep and keen.
Light of my soul by night and day,
All-seeing, though thyself unseen,
My dreams—my thoughts—and what are they
But visions of a calmer ray—
All, all were thine—and thine between
Each hope that melted fast away
The throb of anguish, deep and keen.
[Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde | ||