Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
Ripe glory of the noon, august, and proud, A vision of high purpose, power, and skill, That melteth into mirage of good-will-- Do I o'ertake thee, or embrace a cloud?
III
Gray shadow of the evening, gaunt and bare, At random cast, beyond me or above, And cold as memory in the arms of love-- If I o'ertook thee now, what should I care?
[Ill.u.s.tration: 176.]
IV
"No morn, or noon, or eve am I," she said;
"But night--the depth of night behind the sun; By all mankind pursued; but never won, Until my shadow falls upon a shade."
1894.
