From where I lie on couch of blankets spread

By the dull embers of a dying fire,

I see the moon's bright pathway leading

To the shore where I have laid my bed.

A silence, deeper than the robes of night

Spread thick above, is pierced by lapping waves

Upon the shore. The whole world is at rest

Beneath the faint stars glimmering light.

But I lie staring, sleepless, wide awake,

Further from sleep than creatures of the wood

At highest noon. And I can find no rest

Though wearied by a day's work on the lake.

For a face haunts me through the day and seems

To come by night to keep me from my dreams.