Upon the dawn-time when he wooed
—I would she lived, said he.
Star-memories of happier times,
Of loving deeds and lovers’ rhymes,
Throng forth in silvery pantomimes.
—Come back, O Day! said he.
FROM “THE MARSHES OF GLYNN”[[6]]
As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod,
Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God:
I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies