"And thou too". St.Johns, Michigan; 1888. 3s.(3p.). Typescript (unsigned)

Ishill Collection, Harvard

The moonlight rolls down like a river,

The silence streams out like a sea;And far where the eastern winds quiver,

My farewell goes floating to thee.

Like night, when the sunset is fading

And starbeams troop up in the skies,

Through a cold, dark and lonely forever

Gleams the light of the poet eyes.

And sometimes when I am weary,

When the path is thorny and Wild,

I’ll look back to the Eyes in the twilight,

Back to the eyes that smiled.