Poem by Walter John De la Mare

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. The Death-Dream
2. Napoleon
3. The Universe
4. The Children of Stare
5. The Phantom

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