THE VOICE
'WE are not often alone, we two,'Mused a secret voice in my ear,As the dying hues of afternoonLapsed into evening drear.A withered leaf, wafted on in the street,Like a wayless spectre, sighed;Aslant on the roof-tops a sickly moonDid mutely abide.Yet waste though the shallowing day might seem,And fainter than hope its rose,Strangely that speech in my thoughts welled on;As water in-flows:Like remembered words once heard in a roomWherein death kept far-away tryst;'Not often alone, we two; but thou,How sorely missed!'
'WE are not often alone, we two,'Mused a secret voice in my ear,As the dying hues of afternoonLapsed into evening drear.A withered leaf, wafted on in the street,Like a wayless spectre, sighed;Aslant on the roof-tops a sickly moonDid mutely abide.Yet waste though the shallowing day might seem,And fainter than hope its rose,Strangely that speech in my thoughts welled on;As water in-flows:Like remembered words once heard in a roomWherein death kept far-away tryst;'Not often alone, we two; but thou,How sorely missed!'
'WE are not often alone, we two,'Mused a secret voice in my ear,As the dying hues of afternoonLapsed into evening drear.
'WE are not often alone, we two,'
Mused a secret voice in my ear,
As the dying hues of afternoon
Lapsed into evening drear.
A withered leaf, wafted on in the street,Like a wayless spectre, sighed;Aslant on the roof-tops a sickly moonDid mutely abide.
A withered leaf, wafted on in the street,
Like a wayless spectre, sighed;
Aslant on the roof-tops a sickly moon
Did mutely abide.
Yet waste though the shallowing day might seem,And fainter than hope its rose,Strangely that speech in my thoughts welled on;As water in-flows:
Yet waste though the shallowing day might seem,
And fainter than hope its rose,
Strangely that speech in my thoughts welled on;
As water in-flows:
Like remembered words once heard in a roomWherein death kept far-away tryst;'Not often alone, we two; but thou,How sorely missed!'
Like remembered words once heard in a room
Wherein death kept far-away tryst;
'Not often alone, we two; but thou,
How sorely missed!'