Asterope

Whither down the ways of dream Went my starry-eyed. Tears and laughter at her lips And longing by her side?

Went the joy of day with her From the shining lands,— All the wonder of the night In her unheeding hands.

Wind of June hath gone with her From the sighing tree,— Dove-neck marvel from the mists Of the morning sea.

Flowers she forgot to take Smell no longer sweet. Earth has no more pleasantness Save where fell her feet.

So I seek that place of dream Where waits my starry-eyed, All the happy things of earth A-crowding at her side.