Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BRUSSELS AND OXFORD, by WILLIAM HURRELL MALLOCK


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BRUSSELS AND OXFORD, by                    
First Line: How first we met do you still remember?
Last Line: And are meshed again in your golden hair.
Alternate Author Name(s): Mallock, W. H.
Subject(s): Love; Oxford, England


How first we met do you still remember?
Do you still remember our last adieu?
You were all to me, that sweet September:
Oh, what, I wonder, was I to you?

But I will not ask. I will leave in haze
My thoughts of you, and your thoughts of me;
And will rest content that those sweet fleet days
Are still my tenderest memory.

I often dream how we went together
Mid glimmering leaves and glittering lights,
And watched the twilight Belgian weather
Dying into the starriest nights;

And over our heads the throbbing million
Of bright fires beat, like my heart, on high;
And the music clashed from the lit pavilion,
And we were together, you and I.

But a hollow memory now suffices
For what, last summer, was real and true;
Since here I am by the misty Isis,
And under the fogs of London you.

But what if you, like the swift magician,
Were to change the failing, flowerless year --
Were to make that true that is now a vision,
And to bring back summer and Brussels here?

For Fanny, I know, that if you come hither
You will bring with you the time of flowers,
And a breath of tender Belgian weather,
To Oxford's grey autumnal towers.

And in frost and fog though the late year dies,
Yet the hours again will be warm and fair,
If they meet once more in your dark, deep eyes,
And are meshed again in your golden hair.





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