_A DAY REMEMBERED_

Oh, Love, what fate is ours? No summer morning
Shall give us joy, no sunrise bring relief;
No end--no end is there unto our sorrow,
No measure to our grief.

You looked at me, and all your living beauty
Swept to my heart in flame a moment's space,
A sudden mist of tears in darkness veiling
The glory of your face.

You spoke: I seemed to hear the wild doves cooing--
The rain upon the hills, sweet falling rain;
And all my soul was filled with joy and anguish,
In ecstasy of pain.

I saw as in a mist celestial visions
Beyond the bitter seas whence hope has fled,
Heard the wind blow among the trees in summer,
But knew not what you said.

It matters not what words the lips have spoken
When heart shall speak to heart, for love can hear
Unspoken words, and see as in reflection
His own thoughts mirrored there.

You came to me, the sun arose in splendour;
I saw the roses spread their petals sweet,