Framed in the cavernous fire-place sits a boy,
Watching the embers from his grandsire’s knee:
One sees red castles rise, and laughs with joy;
The other marks them crumble, silently.
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Sonnet Xxx. |
I Thought our love at full, but I did err; |
What if some morning, when the stars were paling, And I should tell him, as he stood beside me:— |
Thought is deeper than all speech, We are spirits clad in veils; |
Before you thought of Spring |
I found the words to every thought |
I many times thought Peace had come |
I thought the Train would never come — |
It is an honorable Thought |