I seemed to lose all waking will,
And all my soul was lulled to dreams;
Wherethrough there floated, drowsy-wise,
Bright glints of bird-wings, gracious gleams
Of tender, sunlit summer skies,
And fleet, sweet visions of the rare
Deep, shadowy hearts the forests bear.
FOREBODING
The scarlet briars trailed across
The grave I journeyed far to see;