“There is enchantment here!” I mused. Beguiled
Seemed Time herself, her erstwhile errant ways
Forgot, loitered with us and fondly smiled,
Caught in a net of gold and azure days!
But I lacked wit to see how lightly shoon
Were Time and you, to vagrancy so used
That by the glance of one October moon
From Summer’s tranquil spell you might be loosed!

Think you love is writ on my soul with chalk,
To be washed off by a few parting tears?
Then you no not with what slow step I walk
The barren way of these hibernal years,
My life a vanished interlude, a shell,
Whose walls are your first kiss and last farewell!