Among Shadows

Poems: Arthur Davison Ficke

AMONG SHADOWS

In halls of sleep you wandered by,

This time so indistinguishably

I cannot remember aught of it,

Save that I know last night we met.

I know it by the cloudy thrill

That in my heart is quivering still;

And sense of loveliness forgot

Teases my fancy out of thought.

Though with the night the vision wanes

Its haunting presence still may last-

As odour of flowers faint remains

In halls where late a queen has passed.