Sunlit Hours

<SPAN name="IV"></SPAN>IV<br/> <br/> <br/> The night, unfolding, banishes the day;<br/> The moon seems, in its long survey,<br/> To brood upon the sleeping silences;<br/> All the air is pure and clear,<br/> Pure and pale afar and near,<br/> And clear the waters in the friendly mead;<br/> What agony is in the slow<br/> And steady drip of water from a reed,<br/> That sounds and then is hushed below!<br/> <br/> But in my hands thy hands I hold;<br/> Thy steadfast eyes enfold<br/> Mine eyes; I see<br/> Thy peace like purest water undefiled<br/> By cloudy fear, undimmed by hovering wraith<br/> Of doubt, and oh, I see<br/> The perfect faith<br/> That rests within us like a sleeping child.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />