They hurt the heart as laughers do

When love stands by a grave.

And now a level ocean grey

Would lie along a level day,

Unwhipt of wing or wind;

Or sunset make a carmine stain

That sucked like sadness at the brain,

And sank into the mind,

And touched me with some wandering pain,

Some sentience of mankind again.

... And where was she?... Could sorrow fail

In aching time ... Ah voice in vain

That called for ever ... fading sail

On seas forlorn; sad wind and rain

Whispering ... all-wandering pain ...

And in the heart the wail—

Never again on earth—never again.

So dimly to a beauteous ghost

My being bowed a subject knee,

And lived, with love's sad sunset lost,

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