Illuminate grief's antre swart and vast
With half-veiled face that promises the whole
To him who holds her fast,
What answer could you give?
_Sight of one face I crave,_
_One only while I live;_
_Woo elsewhere; for I watch beside a grave._

Though love of the one heart that loves you best,
A storm-tossed messenger,
Should beat its wings for shelter in your breast,
Where clung its last year's nest,
The nest you built together and made fast
Lest envious winds should stir,
And winged each delicate thought to minister
With sweetness far-amassed
To the young dreams within--
What answer could it win?
_The nest was whelmed in sorrow's rising wave,_
_Nor could I reach one drowning dream to save;_
_I watch beside a grave._






NON DOLET!