Ii

He loves no more. Upon the failing streams The summer burns--so burns another flame: I see his eyes alight with alien dreams ... That long-forgotten country whence he came.

Calls to him past my words; beyond my eyes Lost waters shine, remembered sunsets die. Ay, in my kiss another mouth replies, And speaks of kisses past, of lips put by.

Now this my heart divines, for words of love He gives me still (O woeful heart and bruised To still complain!).... But surely, when I move His eyes will never follow as they used.