So heavily down-pattered
That none could forthward go,
Our lives seemed shattered . . .
--We did not know!

When I found you, helpless lying,
And you waived my deep misprise,
And swore me, dying,
In phantom-guise
To wing to me when grieving,
And touch away my woe,
We kissed, believing . . .
--We did not know!

But though, your powers outreckoning,
You hold you dead and dumb,
Or scorn my beckoning,
And will not come;
And I say, "'Twere mood ungainly
To store her memory so:"
I say it vainly -
I feel and know!



FRIENDS BEYOND



William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,