'Neath everlasting sky

Shone, and across the morning sheen

The deathless winds went by.

And a face was there that I never had seen;

And a shadow stood where a glory had been;

The beauty hung at my heart like pain;

And love was lovely, but life was bane,

For all should die,—but the wonder remain,

And the earth, and the sea, and the sky ...

The hills have winds, the fields have flowers;

Not all alone is the wintry tree;

The stars that gleam in cloudy bowers

Have stars for company;

The waste hath peace of the drifting hours;

And night brings joy to the hoary sea:

But the heart of man is a lonely thing;

And lone the soul of the secret vows,

With its wasted love and its wounded wing,

In a withered world that hath no spring,

No burgeoning boughs:

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