I would that folk forgot me quite,
Forgot me quite!
Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,
Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine
In even monochrome and curving line
Of imperturbable serenity.
Pet was never mourned as you,
Purrer of the spotless hue,
Plumy tail, and wistful gaze
While you humoured our queer ways,
A dream of mine flew over the mead
To the halls where my old Love reigns;
And it drew me on to follow its lead:
And I stood at her window-panes;
Whence comes Solace?--Not from seeing
What is doing, suffering, being,
Not from noting Life's conditions,
Nor from heeding Time's monitions;
I saw a dead man's finer part
Shining within each faithful heart
If seasons all were summers,
And leaves would never fall,
Who were the twain that trod this track
So many times together
Hither and back,
In spells of certain and uncertain weather?
I come to interview a Voiceless ghost;
Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me?
Up the cliff, down, till I'm lonely, lost,
WHEN we as strangers sought
Their catering care,
Veiled smiles bespoke their thought
Of what we were.