O Nights of silver memory--O Nights!--
Here at this casement (as of old) I stand,
And greet the moon at full, flooding the land
With mystery and unmeasured dream-delights,
But they who with me gazed on those green heights--
Distanced in moonlight--while the night wind bland
Rare incense from deep forest altars fanned--
Ah, whither gone, with giddy seasons' flights?
Intenser than of old thy burning orb,
Thou planet lone in star-forgetting skies!
Each ray from thee with tender purport smites:
Say, didst thou not those love-lit souls absorb,
Wherefore thy splendor aches against mine eyes?
O Nights of silver memory--O Nights!