AH! long ago since I or thou Glanced past these moorlands brow to brow, Our mixed hair streaming down the wind -- So fleet! so sweet! I loved thy footsteps more than thou Loved my whole soul or body through -- So sweet! so fleet! ere Fate outgrew the days wherein Life sinned! And ah! the deep steep days of shame, Whose dread hopes shrivelled ere they came, Or vanished down Love's nameless void -- So dread! so dead! Dread hope stripped dead from each soul's shame, Soulless alike for praise or blame -- Too dead to dread the eternities whose heaven its shame destroyed. |