In the garden where I used to flow,

 “Among the hills, with the maple tree

 And the roses blowing over me?—

 “I who am now but a wraith of this river,

 Forsaken of thee forever and ever,

 “Who then was thine image fair, forecast

 In the heart of the water rimpling past.

 “Out in the wide of the summer zone

 I lulled and allured thee apart and alone,

25

 “The azure gleam and the golden croon

 And the grass with the flaky roses strewn.

 “There you would lie and lean above me,

 The more you lingered the more to love me,

 “Till I became, as the year grew old,

 Thy fairest day-dream’s fashion and mould,

 “Deep in the water twilight there,

 Smiling, elusive, wonderful, fair,

 “The beautiful visage of thy clear soul

 Set in eternity’s limpid shoal,

 Prev. P 25/99 next