A TROUBLE of flower-murmurs crushed between The tumult of low gales; white, broken wings Of eagles ventureless; abandonings That trail their echoes through the might have been! The cloud-frail monuments of love serene Melting in dusk; the aimless flutterings Of moths in wonder; songs that twilight brings; The muffled lake-waves lapping at the green. Hours lived, desires accomplished, music lost, Mild wishes and impassionate farewells; Deserted paths and faded dreams of these! Oh, what a world! Here ghost meets brother ghost And, unprotesting, murdered by the spells, Sits with faint smiles and counts old memories. |