MALVERN
July 23rd, 1906
Across the hills a tender shadow stole,
Like thought upon the face of one loved well,
And thro' the silence rang some distant bell,
A vague sweet music in its every toll.
Glimmers of sunlight flecked with purple shade
Upon the nearer summits, and the view
Grown dim, unearthly, 'neath the silver-blue
Of incense mist, that rose while nature prayed.
Two stars with tremulous emotion shone