Two Lyrics

All in a rainy hazel wood I watched the hyacinth break Her lucent sheath, as if she could Make summer for your sake.

And year by year the hyacinth-tide Breaks in a foam of flowers For other loves than we denied And other griefs than ours.

Long wed, long dead, so I've been told, But still when Spring's set free, All in a drift of rainy gold You walk the wood with me.

II How looked she when she breathed good-bye? Most like a bird, whose breast Across a thousand wastes of sky Is constant to her nest.

How looked she when she turned away? Most as a spirit might, Who shared our sorrow for a day Yet kept her home in sight.

O, looked she sad or seemed she glad? Most like a star, that knows Only the loveliness it had, The light to which it goes.