Vii

No! not for her and him that part--the Might- Have-Been's sad consolation! where had bent, Haply, in prayer and patience penitent, Both, though apart, before no blown-out light. The otherwise of fate for them, when white The lilacs bloom again, and, innocent, Spring comes with beauty for her testament, Singing the praises of the day and night. When orchards blossom and the distant hill Is pale with haw-trees as a ridge with mist, The moon shall see him where a watch he keeps By her young form that lieth white and still, With lidded eyes and passive wrist on wrist, While by her side he bows himself and weeps.