Swift as sound of music fled br When no more the organ sighs, br Sped as all old days are sped, br So your lips, love, and your eyes, br So your gentle-voiced replies br Mine one hour in sleep that seem, br Rise and flit when slumber flies, br Following darkness like a dream! br br Like the scent from roses red, br Like the dawn from golden skies, br Like the semblance of the dead br From the living love that hies, br Like the shifting shade that lies br On the moonlight-silvered stream, br So you rise when dreams arise, br Following darkness like a dream! br br Could some spell, or sung or said, br Could some kindly witch and wise, br Lull for aye this dreaming head br In a mist of memories, br I would lie like him who lies br Where the lights on Latmos gleam, - br Wake not, find not Paradise br Following darkness like a dream! br br ENVOY.