A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest.
The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow,
The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth
Dusk of the air.
Why then, remembering those
Sweet lures,
When the dear love she yielded with a
Was all but thine?
