I CANNOT see you in the light
  Or find you in the day.
For when the sun springs up at dawn
  I think you slip away.

I wait until the night is come
  To pass beyond the veil,
And then I find you in the land
  Of the unuttered tale.

Then gazing out across the night
  I see with glad surmise
The shadows of your loosened hair,
  The depth of your grave eyes.