A MIST on the darkened river
Falls: in the rippled stream
The yellow lights shake and quiver,
The red lights quiver and gleam.

For us in the maze of error,
More weak than the wind-swept foam,
The lights in the stream's dark mirror
Seem lights of a perfect home.

The tranquil river is going
Down to the tranquil sea,
And ah that its waves were flowing
Silently over me!