IN WINTER.
PALE from the watery west, with the pallor of winter a-cold,
Rays of the afternoon sun in a glimmer across the trees;
Glittering moist underfoot, the long alley. The firs, one by one,
Catch and conceal, as I saunter, and flash in a dazzle of gold
Lower and lower the vanishing disc: and the sun alone sees
At I wait for my love in the fir-tree alley alone with the sun.
QUEST.
I CHASE a shadow through the night,
A shadow unavailing;
Out of the dark, into the light,
I follow, follow: is it she?
Against the wall of sea outlined,
Outlined against the windows lit,
The shadow flickers, and behind
I follow, follow after it.
The shadow leads me through the night
To the grey margin of the sea;
Out of the dark, into the light,
I follow unavailingly.
TO A PORTRAIT.
A PENSIVE photograph
Watches me from the shelf:
Ghost of old love, and half
Ghost of myself!
How the dear waiting eyes
Watch me and love me yet:
Sad home of memories,
Her waiting eyes!
Ghost of old love, wronged ghost,
Return, though all the pain
Of all once loved, long lost,
Come back again.