Carry the sea-wall! Shall he, sighing, say:

“Farewell to Faith, for she is dead at best

Who had such beauty”? or, with kisses lain

For witness on her darkened doors, go by

With a new psalm: “O banished light so nigh!

Of them was I, who bore thee and who blest:

Even here remember me when thou shalt reign.”


VII.
A DECEMBER WALK.