A Picture Seen In A Dream

I saw the Goddess of the Evening pause Between two mountain pillars. Tall as they Appeared her stature, and her outstretched hands Laid on those luminous cold summits, hung Touching, and lingered. Earth was at her feet. Her head inclined: then the slow weight of hair, In distant hue like a waved pine--forest Upon a mountain, down one shoulder fell. She gazed, and there were stars within her eyes; Not like those lights in heaven which know not what They shine upon; but like far human hopes, That rise beyond the end of thwarting day In deep hearts, wronged with waste and toil, they rose; And while beneath her from the darkening world A vapour and a murmur silently Floated, there came into those gazing eyes, What should have been, were she a mortal, tears.