Is it daytime (guess),

You that feed my soul

To excess

With that light in those eyes

And those curls drawn like a scroll

In that round grave guise?

No or yes?

II

Oh, the end, I'd say!

Such a foolish thing

(Pure girls' play!)

As a mere mute heart,

Was it worth a kiss, a ring,

This? for two must part—

Not to-day.

III

Look, the whole sand crawls,

Hums, a heaving hive,

Scrapes and scrawls—

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