...In ever-nearing circle draws her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her softly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown...to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotions new, And hope, once crush'd, less quick to spring again." One of the modern great poets writes...

...pass? — They all are gone, and thou art gone as well! 20 Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see...invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with gray; 25 I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train ; — The foot less prompt...

...we swains shall see. " Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle draws her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her softly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger...

...more we swains shall see. "Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle draws her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her softly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger...

...Messrs. Macmillan and Co., Ltd. Yes, thou art gone ! and round me, too, the night In ever-nearing circles weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across...thin, the brown hair sprent with grey. I feel her fingers light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train ; The foot less prompt to meet the morning...

...pass ? — They all are gone, and thou art gone as well ! Ves, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, 1 feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey ; I...

...ground ; He could not wait their passing, he is dead. . . . Yes, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see...hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger light Laid pausef ully upon life 's headlong train ; — The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart...

...pass ? — They all are gone, and thou art gone as well ! Yes, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade, I see...invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with gray ; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train, — The foot less prompt...

...heaved the river-grass, Yes, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle waves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day,...And hope, once crush'd, less quick to spring again. 140 And long the way appears, which seem'd so short To the unpractised eye of sanguine youth ; And...

...see us pass ? They are all gone, and thou art gone as well. Yes, thou art gone, and round me too the Night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see...heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crush 'd, less quick to spring again. And long the way appears, which seem'd so short To the unpractised...