"They were fair days of joy unspeakable,
Whereon our lips were joined?"—"I cannot tell."—
"Were not the heavens blue, was not hope high?"—
"Hope has fled vanquished down the darkling sky."—
So through the barren oats they wanderèd,
And the night only heard the words they said.
III
SPLEEN
Around were all the roses red,
The ivy all around was black.
Dear, so thou only move thine head,
Shall all mine old despairs awake!
Too blue, too tender was the sky,
The air too soft, too green the sea.
Always I fear, I know not why,
Some lamentable flight from thee.
I am so tired of holly-sprays
And weary of the bright box-tree,