All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!

Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me