And by the pleasant streams,
Under the fresh, green trees,
Let us walk hand in hand,
And think of the days that were.
VI.
1.
On river and height and salty moors the haze of autumn fell,
And the cloud of a troubled joy enwrapt the face of Hugh as well,—
The spell of a secret haunt that far from home his footsteps drew;
A love which over the brow of youth the mask of manhood threw.