The Pleiades
ST night I saw the Pleiades again, Faint as a drift of steam From some tall chimney-stack; And I remembered you as you were then: Awoke dead worlds of dream, And Time turned slowly back. I saw the Pleiades through branches bare, And close to mine your face Soft glowing in the dark; For Youth and Hope and Love and You were there At our dear trysting-place In that bleak London park. And as we kissed the Pleiades looked down From their immeasurable Aloofness in cold Space. Do you remember how a last leaf brown Between us flickering fell Soft on your upturned face? Last night I saw the Pleiades again, Here in the alien South, Where no leaves fade at all; And I remembered you as you were then, And felt upon my mouth Your leaf-light kisses fall! The Pleiades remember and look down On me made old with grief, Who then a young god stood, When you—now lost and trampled by the Town, A lone wind-driven leaf,— Were young and sweet and good!
Arthur Henry Adams
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In Hyde Park
The white mist walks between the In silver gown; Her mystic floating The branches drown;
Grey Eyes
HE glanced across the path to me, Grey eyes Her looks were kisses plain to see I gave her glances back to her —Glad eyes
King Street
A morn, a sallow lamp-lit morn, A dawn that never breaks to day Old, old the faces, and forlorn; The hearts look out, so seared, so grey
Nemesis
All things must fade There is for cities tall The same tomorrow as for daffodils: Time's wind, that casts the seed, the petal spills Grim London's ruined arches yet shall fall Back to the arms of Earth
