New Poems And Variant Readings

SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH 53
And my heart springs up anew, Bright and confident and true,
And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew,
LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE?
LOVE—what is love ? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands ; and silence ; and a long despair. Life—what is life ? Upon a moorland bare To see love coming and see love depart.
SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH
SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish Fades as days darken—goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember, Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.
AS ONE WHO HAVING WANDERED ALL NIGHT LONG
As one who having wandered all night long In a perplexed forest, comes at length
In the first hours, about the matin song, And when the sun uprises in his strength,