Balm
A Reed by the River
After the sun, the shade,Beatitude of shadow,Dim aisles for memory made,—And Thought;After the sun, the shade.
After the heat, the dew,The tender touch of twilight;The unfolding of the fewCalm Stars;After the heat, the dew.
After all, there is balm;From the wings of dark there is waftureOf sleep, night's infinite psalm,—And Dreams;After all there is balm.