Rain and roses
With all its falling beams,

Was like a sea rocked sailor

Grown weary of his dreams.

It leaned a little westward.

And now I think it knew,

And was waiting other voices

It long had listened to.{3}

{3}

Once I was part of this old ruin

When I myself were young.

Out of pity I must leave you

And half the song unsung.

{4}

Hymn of Adoration

I AM grown weary for new scenes

I

But not of human make.

But O! for hills and long green fields,

A splintered, glittering lake.

This day I am an intimate


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