I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
As I drive to the junction of lane and highway,
And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette,
I look behind at the fading byway,
And see on its slope, now glistening wet,
I saw a slowly-stepping train --
Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar --
Following in files across a twilit plain
Beeny did not quiver,
Juliot grew not gray,
Thin Valency's river
Held its wonted way.
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry,
The day-tides many-shaped and hued;
I see the nightfall shades subtrude,
And hear the monotonous hours clang negligently by.
O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea,
And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free-
The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.
THEY sing their dearest songs--
He, she, all of them--yea,
Treble and tenor and bass.
And one to play;
I towered far, and lo! I stood within
The presence of the Lord Most High,
Sent thither by the sons of earth, to win
Some answer to their cry.