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 A TRYST THAT FAILED.

was a time of wind and sun,

Morning day, and the Winter done,

Morning life, and the Spring begun.

It was a place so dreamy and brown,

Pensive with sheep-bells under the down,

Scent-dreamy, wild, with a windy crown.

You were coming, out of the Spring,

Out of the sun-dream wandering,

Out of the wind-joy hastening.

I did not see you, sweet; a flight

Of sea-birds only, pearly and white,

With a sudden shadow fled into the light.