I only wanted room to be alone.

I saw the days like little silver moons

Cool and restrained shine forth; there were no noons

To make me glad with glory, to atone.

I dreamed of solitude. When one has known

Ardent and eager verity, the tunes

Of semi-truths are sweet, as subtle runes

Attest the bud more dear than flower fall blown.

To be alone, to watch the dusk and weep

For beauty's face that is so veiled, to know

How exquisite the earth breaths come and go,

To feel my life a silent, empty room

Where lovely thoughts might take new shape and bloom,-

This is the dream that is more dear than sleep.