WITHOUT SUN I KEEP SILENCE 



For as these come and go, and quit our pine 

 To follow the sweet season, or, new-comers, 

 Sing one song only from our alder-trees. 



My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes 



hold mine, 



Flit to the silent world and other summers, 

 With wings that dip beyond the silver seas. 

 ALICE MEYNELL. 



The Garden of Shadow 



" Love heeds no more the sighing of the wind 

 Against the perfect flowers: thy garden's close 

 Is grown a wilderness, where none shall find 

 One strayed, last petal of one last year's rose. 



" O bright, bright hair ! O mouth like a ripe 



fruit ! 



Can famine be so nigh to harvesting? 

 Love, that was songful, with a broken lute 

 In grass of graveyards goeth murmuring. 



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