Souvenir

A vanished house that for an hour I

By some forgotten chance when I was

Had once a glimmering window

With honeysuckle wet with evening dew.

Along the path tall dusky dahlias grew,

And shadowy hydrangeas reached and

Ferociously; and over me,

The moths and mysteries, a blurred bat flew.

Somewhere within there were dim

Of days that hovered and of years gone by.

I waited, and between their

There was an evanescent faded noise;

And though a child,

I knew it was the

Of one whose occupation was to die.