I DEEMED thy garments, O my Hope, were grey, So far I viewed thee. Now the space between Is passed at length; and garmented in green Even as in days of yore thou stand'st to-day. Ah God! and but for lingering dull dismay, On all that road our footsteps erst had been Even thus commingled, and our shadows seen Blent on the hedgerows and the water-way. O Hope of mine whose eyes are living love, No eyes but hers,--O Love and Hope the same!-- Lean close to me, for now the sinking sun That warmed our feet scarce gilds our hair above. O hers thy voice and very hers thy name! Alas, cling round me, for the day is done! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE FAIR THIEF by CHARLES WYNDHAM |