Some inches round me though it brighten

With light of music-making thought,

The dark indeed it may not lighten,

The silence moves not, hearing nought.

Only my heart is eased with hearing,

Only mine eyes are soothed with seeing,

A face brought nigh, a footfall nearing,

Till hopes take form and dreams have being.

333 IX

333

As a poor man hungering stands with insatiate eyes and hands

Void of bread

Right in sight of men that feast while his famine with no least

Crumb is fed,

Here across the garden-wall can I hear strange children call,

Watch them play,

From the windowed seat above, whence the goodlier child I love

Is away.

Here the sights we saw together moved his fancy like a feather

To and fro,

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