“SHE DID NOT TURN”

She did not turn,

But passed foot-faint with averted head

In her gown of green, by the bobbing fern,

Though I leaned over the gate that led

From where we waited with table spread;

But she did not turn:

Why was she near there if love had fled?

She did not turn,

Though the gate was whence I had often sped

In the mists of morning to meet her, and learn

Her heart, when its moving moods I read

As a book — she mine, as she sometimes said;

But she did not turn,

And passed foot-faint with averted head.