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!”