Thy simple words confuse and mar,
Thy tenderest thoughts delude,
Draw a long cloud athwart thy star,
Still with loud timbrels heaven's far
Faint interlude.

Thou canst not see; I see, dearest;
O, then, yet patient be,
Though love refuse thy heart all rest,
Though even love wax angry, lest
Love should lose _thee_?




VAIN FINDING


Ever before my face there went
Betwixt earth's buds and me
A beauty beyond earth's content,
A hope--half memory:
Till in the woods one evening--
Ah! eyes as dark as they,
Fastened on mine unwontedly,
Grey, and dear heart, how grey!