The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

ASTEROPE


 

WHITHER down the ways of dream
     Went my starry-eyed,
Tears and laughter at the lips
     And longing by her side?

Went the joy of day with her
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     From the shining lands,—
All the wonder of the night
     In her unheeding hands.

Wind of June hath gone with her
     From the sighing tree,—

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Dove-neck marvel from the mists
     Of the morning sea.

Flowers she forgot to take
     Smell no longer sweet.
Earth has no more pleasantness

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     Save where fell her feet.

So I seek that place of dream
     Where waits my starry-eyed,
All the happy things of earth
     A-crowding at her side.

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