Then And Now
Beneath
her
window
in
the
fragrant
night
I
half
forget
how
truant
years
have
flown
Since
I
looked
up
to
see
her
chamber-light,
Or
catch,
perchance,
her
slender
shadow
thrown
Upon
the
casement;
but
the
nodding
leaves
Sweep
lazily
across
the
unlit
pane,
And
to
and
fro
beneath
the
shadowy
eaves,
Like
restless
birds,
the
breath
of
coming
rain
Creeps,
lilac-laden,
up
the
village
street
When
all
is
still,
as
if
the
very
trees
Were
listening
for
the
coming
of
her
feet
That
come
no
more;
yet,
lest
I
weep,
the
breeze
Sings
some
forgotten
song
of
those
old
years
Until
my
heart
grows
far
too
glad
for
tears.
