Page:Love Songs.djvu/106

 ''Before they fade. The people I have met,'' The play I saw, the trivial, shifting things That loom too big or shrink too little, shadows That hurry, gesturing along a wall, Haunting or gay—and yet they all grow real And take their proper size here in my heart ''When you have seen them. . . . There's the Plaza now,'' ''A lake of light! To-night it almost seems'' That all the lights are gathered in your eyes, ''Drawn somehow toward you. See the open park'' Lying below us with a million lamps Scattered in wise disorder like the stars. We look down on them as God must look down On constellations floating under Him ''Tangled in clouds. . . . Come, then, and let us walk'' ''Since we have reached the park. It is our garden,'' All black and blossomless this winter night, But we bring April with us, you and I; We set the whole world on the trail of spring.