In years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of:
Scared momently By gaingivings, Then hoping things That could not be.
Of love and us no trace Abides upon the place;The sun and shadows wheel, Season and season sereward steal;Foul days and fair Here, too, prevail, And gust and gale As everywhere.
But lonely shepherd souls Who bask amid these knolls May catch a faery sound On sleepy noontides from the ground:
"O not again Till Earth outwears Shall love like theirs Suffuse this glen!"
