Who prest you here? The Past can tell,
When summer skies were bright above,
And some full heart did leap and swell
Beneath the white new moon of love.
Some Poet, haply, when the world
Showed like a calm sea, grand and blue,
Ere its cold, inky waves had curled
O’er the numb heart once warm and true;
When, with his soul brimful of morn,
He looked beyond the vale of Time,