A deeper music in the strain
Of hermit-thrush from lonely tree;
And deeper grows the sense of gain
My life has found in having thee.

A deeper love, a deeper rest,
A deeper joy in all I see;
And ever deeper in my breast
A silver song that comes from thee!

Seal Harbour, August 1, 1912.




EPIGRAMS, GREETINGS, AND INSCRIPTIONS



FOR KATRINA'S SUN-DIAL

IN HER GARDEN OF YADDO


Hours fly,
Flowers die
New days,
New ways,
Pass by.
Love stays.