Page:Poems and lyrics of the joy of earth.djvu/64

Rh Then she looked at the sun, she regained Clear feature, and she breathed deep. She wore the wan smile he had seen, As the flow of the river of Sleep, On the mouth of the Shadow-Queen. In sunlight she craved to bask, Saying: Life! And who was she? who? Of what issue? He dared not ask,
 * For that partly he knew.

A noise of the hollow ground Turned the eye to the ear in debate: Not the soft overflowing of sound Of the pines, ranked, lofty, straight, Barely swayed to some whispers remote, Some swarming whispers above: Not the pines with the faint airs afloat,