. ... Too soon, alas ! too soon our summer swooned
To bitter winter .... and against the lace
Of tossed white pillows lay a reckless face,
With feverish parched mouth like a red wound. . . .
Yet still was our brave love not overthrown,
And I would nestle at your side and see
Your large sad eyes grow passionate for me. . . .
Love ! wake and speak .... I cannot live alone. . .
Blue as blue flame is the great sky above ....
The earth is wonderful and glad and green ;
But shut the sunlight, out .... for I have seen
Forgetfulness upon the face of love.