In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67. When on my bed the moonlight fall

When on my bed the moonlight falls,
I know that in thy place of rest
By that broad water of the west,


There comes a glory on the walls:
Thy marble bright in dark appears,
As slowly steals a silver flame
Along the letters of thy name,


And o'er the number of thy years.

The mystic glory swims away;
From off my bed the moonlight dies;
And closing eaves of wearied eyes


I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:

And then I know the mist is drawn
A lucid veil from coast to coast,
And in the dark church like a ghost


Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.