Moments of Vision

From beginnings so small;
But I rose as if quicked by a spur

I was bound to obey,
And stepped through the casement to her

Still alone in the gray.

"I am leaving you . . . Farewell!" I said,

As I followed her on
By an alley bare boughs overspread;

"I soon must be gone!"
Even then the scale might have been turned

Against love by a feather,
- But crimson one cheek of hers burned

When we came in together.

FIRST SIGHT OF HER AND AFTER

A day is drawing to its fall

I had not dreamed to see;
The first of many to enthrall

My spirit, will it be?
Or is this eve the end of all

Such new delight for me?