Nocturne of Remembered Spring: And Other Poems (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from Nocturne of Remembered Spring: And Other PoemsIv. I walk in a pleasure of sorrow along the street And try to remember you the slow drops patter, The mist upon the lilacs has made them sweet, I brush them with my sleeve, the cool drops scatter, And suddenly I laugh. And stand and listen As if another had laughed. A fragrant gust Rustles the laden leaves, the wet spikes glisten, A shower of drops goes down on stones and dust. And it seems as though it were you who had shaken the bough, And spilled the fragrance - I pursue your face again, It grows more vague and lovely, it eludes me now. I remember that you are gone, and drown in pain. Something there was I said to you, I recall, Something, just as the music seemed to fall, That made you laugh, and burns me still with pleasure. What were the words - the words like dripping fire? I remember them now, and smile, and in sweet leisure Rehearse the scene, more exquisite than before, And you more beautiful, and I more wise. Lilacs and spring, and night, and your clear eyes.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.