Processionally wheeling—
Then it was
That, having reared their wonder, it would seem
The makers feared their God might prove less great
Than man’s heart dreaming on him—and so left
The shafts unroofed, untenanted the shrine.
THE TRYST
[1914]
I said to the woman: Whence do you come,
With your bundle in your hand?
She said: In the North I made my home,