A Spot

 




















   In years defaced and lost,
   Two sat here, transport-tossed,
   Lit by a living love
The wilted world knew nothing of:
     Scared momently
     By gaingivings,
     Then hoping things
     That could not be.

   Of love and us no trace
   Abides upon the place;
   The sun and shadows wheel,
Season and season sereward steal;
     Foul days and fair
     Here, too, prevail,
     And gust and gale
     As everywhere.

   But lonely shepherd souls
   Who bask amid these knolls
   May catch a faery sound
On sleepy noontides from the ground:
     "O not again
     Till Earth outwears
     Shall love like theirs
     Suffuse this glen!"