Through the closed curtains comes the early sun, First a pale finger, preluding the hand. Outside more certainly the day's begun, Where bright and brighter still the chestnuts stand,...
To-morrow I shall see you come again Between the pale trees, through the sullen gate, Out of the dark and secret house of pain Where lie the unhappy and unfortunate....
We're at the world's top now. The hills around Stand proud in order with the valleys deep, The hills with pastures drest, with tall trees crowned, And the low valleys dipt in sunny sleep....
The husht September afternoon was sweet With rich and peaceful light. I could not hear On either side the sound of moving feet Although the hidden road was very near....