You seemed to me perfection—a youth, a man!
And now you talked of the world with the old wit,
And now of the soul—how such a man went down
Through folly or wrong done by him, and how
Man’s death cannot end all,
There must be life hereafter!.....
As you were that day, as you looked and spoke,
As the earth was, I hear as the soul of it all
Godard’s Dawn, Dvorák’s Humoresque,
The Morris Dances, Mendelssohn’s Barcarole,