To M. H. WE passed where flag and flower Signalled a jocund throng; We said: “Go to, the hour Is apt!”—and joined the song;

‘More than half my life long Did they weigh me falsely, to my b… But they all have shrunk away into… Like a lost song. ’And the day has dawned and come

How she would have loved A party to—day!— Bright-hatted and gloved, With table and tray And chairs on the lawn

I was not he-the man Who used to pilgrim to your gate, At whose smart step you grew elate… And rosed, as maidens can, For a brief span.

I have risen again, And awhile survey By my chilly ray Through your window-pane Your upturned face,

WHEN I look forth at dawning, po… Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened children sitting si… Their faces dulled, constrained, a…

See, here’s the workbox, little wi… That I made of polished oak.' He was a joiner, of village life; She came of borough folk. He holds the present up to her

I sang that song on Sunday, To witch an idle while, I sang that song on Monday, As fittest to beguile; I sang it as the year outwore,

A forward rush by the lamp in the… And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the woman whom I had promised to meet in the thaw… On that harbour-bridge; nor was I…

I scanned her picture dreaming,    Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming,    As if it lived anew. Her lips began to borrow

To my native place Bent upon returning, Bosom all day burning To be where my race Well were known, ‘twas much with m…

“A woman for whom great gods might… I said, and kissed her there: And then I thought of the other f… And of how charms outwear. I thought of the first with her ea…

One without looks in tonight Through the curtain-chink From the sheet of glistening white… One without looks in tonight As we sit and think