Walter John De la Mare (Уолтер Джон Де ла Мар)

Vain Finding

Ever before my face there went
  Betwixt earth's buds and me
A beauty beyond earth's content,
  A hope—half memory:
Till in the woods one evening—
  Ah! eyes as dark as they,
Fastened on mine unwontedly,
  Grey, and dear heart, how grey!

1. Idleness
2. Truce
3. The Glimpse
4. Voices
5. The Universe

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