 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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AFTER THE MOUNTAINS.
[To L. C. B.]
In my dreams I see the hill-tops
Where the cloudy pathways led,
You and I have trod together
In the days that now are dead.
Where the cloudy pathways led,
You and I have trod together
In the days that now are dead.
Still I see their shining splendors
Height in height before me rise,
And the radiance of their glory
Streams across my half-shut eyes.
Height in height before me rise,
And the radiance of their glory
Streams across my half-shut eyes.
In my dreams you are beside me,—
Still I hear your tender tone,
And your dear eyes light my darkness
Till I am no more alone,
Still I hear your tender tone,
And your dear eyes light my darkness
Till I am no more alone,
For with memories I am haunted,
And the silence seems to beat
With the music of your talking
And the coming of your feet.
And the silence seems to beat
With the music of your talking
And the coming of your feet.
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