Aspens At Cresheim

She had become a stranger suddenly, Just as all men were strangers; then he knew Why she must be an alien--even she! Since there was nought her human love could do To give him the last access to her soul. Returning came his years as wholly vain-- Repeated payment of inutile toll To reach a shrine he would not seek again.

It scarcely left him sad to find how wrong Had been his vision of won womanhood-- This yearning ache that he had held so long For a full mingling of their separate blood. Freed, solitary now, with unscared eyes He gazed anew at life safe from surprise!