A Dream of Night.We look with oar eye* half readingThe glory of moon and star.And in the mists receding Dream-forms of our love ones are!There are fingers straying, straying O'er harps that no eye may see:We weep at the wondrous playing For joy in its melody!We look far out to the spaces.His glory of star and raoon—And laugh in light of the faces That made for us bloom of June!There are songs of the singers singing!There are harps that no eye may see!We weep at the music bringing The joy of its melody!We look: Though the eyes be blinded To half of the heaven light—The soul and the heart are minded 7b all of its soul's delight!The day was a dirge of sorrow.On harp that no eye may see;The players play of to-morrow.We joy in its melody!—E. S. L. Thompson.