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 THE BROKEN TRYST

dropping words of larks, the sweetest tongue

That sings between the dusks, tell all of you;

The bursting white of Peace is all along

Wing-ways, and pearly droppings of the dew

Emberyl the cobwebs' greyness, and the blue

Of hiding violets, watching for your face,

Listen for you in every dusky place.

You will not answer when I call your name,

But in the fog of blossom do you hide

To change my doubts into a red-faced shame

By'n by when you are laughing by my side? 46