All, all are but as quenchèd fire
And vanish’d smoke to him that lies
Amid the silence of the trees
Under the silence of the skies.
[pg 71]
“Let us tell Quiet Stories of Kind Eyes”
Let us tell quiet stories of kind eyes
And placid brows where peace and learning sate:
Of misty gardens under evening skies
Where four would walk of old, with steps sedate.