Afternoon

<SPAN name="XXIX"></SPAN>XXIX<br/> <br/> <br/> You spoke that evening words so beautiful<br/> That even the flowers, leaning on the breeze,<br/> Suddenly loved us so that one of them,<br/> To touch us both, fell down upon our knees.<br/> <br/> You spoke of the near time when our two lives,<br/> Like too-ripe fruits, would be upgathered,<br/> And how the tocsin of our fate would knell,<br/> And love be with us still, though youth had fled.<br/> <br/> Your voice was round me like a close embrace,<br/> Your burning heart so quiet and so brave,<br/> I would have seen unfold without a fear<br/> The winding road that leads toward the grave.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />