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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
XXV. AFTER READING AGAIN HIS LETTERS.—2.
At times I see that ample forehead lit,Bright as the day-spring round the mounted lark;
At times I see thee stand in musing fit;
At times in woodlands of that twilight park,
Deciphering well-loved names on beechen bark:
Where Rotha's moonlight ripples past thee flit,
I see the kiss a grave—then by it sit—
Her grave that left the land's chief Poet dark.
This day I read thy letters. Word and scene
Recur with strangely mingled joy and ruth;
Thy soul translucent; yet thine insight keen,
Thy heart's deep yearnings and perpetual youth;
Thy courtesy, thy reverence, and thy truth—
All that thou wert, and all thou mightst have been!
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |