1When on my bed the moonlight falls,
2 I know that in thy place of rest
3 By that broad water of the west,
4There comes a glory on the walls:
5Thy marble bright in dark appears,
6 As slowly steals a silver flame
7 Along the letters of thy name,
8And o'er the number of thy years.
9The mystic glory swims away;
10 From off my bed the moonlight dies;
11 And closing eaves of wearied eyes
12I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:
13And then I know the mist is drawn
14 A lucid veil from coast to coast,
15 And in the dark church like a ghost
16Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.