A vision? But fanciful days of yore
Brought many: mere musing seems not such.
Perhaps but a memory, after all!
—Of what came once when a woman leant
To feel for my brow where her kiss might fall.
Truth ever, truth only the excellent!
NOW
Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it,—so you ignore,