g ago: I listen--
Memory, tears in eyes that glisten
Points but Indiana hills
Fading dark-blue far away.

PART IV.

1.

When in her cloudy chiton
Spring freed the donjoned rills,
And trumpeting, a Triton,
Wind-war was on the hills;
O'er ways, hope's buds bedizen,
Long ways the glory lies on,
Love spread us an horizon
Of gold beyond life's ills.

When Summer came with sickle
Stuck in a sheaf of gleams,
And eves were honey-trickle
From bee-hives of the beams;
Scrolls of the days blue-blotted,
Scrolls of the night star-dotted,
To love and us allotted
A world of woven dreams.

When Autumn waited tired--
A fair-faced heretic--
_Auto-de-fes_ Frost fired
In Winter's Bishopric;
Our loves, a song had started,
Grew with the song sad-hearted,
Sweet loves long-sworn were parted,
Though life for love was sick.

Now is the Winter waited
'Neath skies of frozen gold,
Or raining heavens hated
Of winds that curse and scold.--
Shall this be so: that never
Shall sunlight snowlight sever?
Forever and forever
The heart wait winter-cold?

2.

Soft music bring that seems to weep
All this dull sorrow of the soul;
Vague music soft to utter sleep,
Sleep and undying dole:
Forgetting not--forgotten most--
How love is well though lost.

So weary, oh! and yet so fain
In silent service of the heart;
Still feeling if it be in vain
Love's spirit hath His part;
And if in death God grant the rest
Life were but kind at best.

3.

Last night I slept till midnight
Then woke, and far away
A cock crowed; lonely and distant
Came mournful a watch-dog's bay;
But lonelier, slower the tedious
Old clock ticked on towards day.

And what a day!--remember
The morns of a Summer and Spring,
That bound two lives together?
Each morn a wedding ring
Of dew and dreams and sparkle,
Of flowers and birds a-wing?

Broad morns when I strolled the garden
Awaiting one the rose
Expected, fresh in its blushes--
The Giant of Battle that grows
A head of radiance and fragrance,
The champion of the close.

Not in vain did I wait, departed
Summer, this morning mocks;
'Mid th