Caught in the drifting haunted mists of half-light,
Peopled with ghosts playing Time’s tragic game,
Deep from the shadows you came.
No breath whispered your coming in the dusk-light,
No falling star, no touch, no soaring comet’s flame;
Deep, deep from silence you came.
So, where shall fear be found now, when in elf-light
I dwell? And somewhere in a starry-dappled place,
Slow turning, I’ll see your face.