A FORSAKEN GARDEN 227 



For the foam-flowers endure when the rose-blossoms 



wither, 



And men that love lightly may die But we ?" 

 And the same wind sang, and the same waves 



whitened, 



And or ever the garden's last petals were shed, 

 In the lips that had whispered, the eyes that had 



lightened, 

 Love was dead. 



Or they loved their life through, and then went 



whither ? 

 And were one to the end but what end who 



knows ? 

 Love deep as the sea as a rose must wither, 



As the rose-red seaweed that mocks the rose. 

 Shall the dead take thought for the dead to love 



them ? 



What love was ever as deep as a grave ? 

 They are loveless now as the grass above them 

 Or the wave. 



All are at one now, roses and lovers, 



Not known of the cliffs and the fields and the sea. 

 Not a breath of the time that has been hovers 



In the air now soft with a summer to be. 

 Not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons here- 

 after, 

 Or the flowers or the lovers that laugh now or 



weep, 

 When as they that are free now of weeping and 



laughter 

 We shall sleep. 



