Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight.Īnd once I marked his flight go round and round,Īs where some flower lay withering on the ground.Īnd then he flew as far as eye could see,Īnd then on tremulous wing came back to me.
Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night ‘As all must be,’ I said within my heart,īut as I said it, swift there passed me by I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.īut he had gone his way, the grass all mown, I looked for him behind an isle of trees The dew was gone that made his blade so keenīefore I came to view the levelled scene.
