For him, deep in the labouring night,
She sees him as close at hand, and turns
To him under his sheet of white.



JUST THE SAME



I sat. It all was past;
Hope never would hail again;
Fair days had ceased at a blast,
The world was a darkened den.

The beauty and dream were gone,
And the halo in which I had hied
So gaily gallantly on
Had suffered blot and died!

I went forth, heedless whither,
In a cloud too black for name:
- People frisked hither and thither;
The world was just the same.



THE LAST TIME