Once more upon the same old seat In the same sunshiny weather,
The elm-trees1 shadows at their feet And foliage move together.
The shadows shift upon the grasss
The dial point creeps on ; The clear sun shines, the loiterers pass.
As then they passed and shone.
But now deep sleep is on my heart, Deep sleep and perfect rest.
Hope's flutterings now disturb no more The quiet of my breast.
ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER
As swallows turning backward When half-way o'er the sea,
At ©ne word's trumpet summons They came again to meó
The hopes I had forgotten Came, back again to me,