Let them go by the heats, the doubts, the strife;
I can sit here and care not for them now,
Dreaming beside the glimmering wave of life
Once more, I know not how.
There is a murmur in my heart, I hear
Faint, O so faint, some air I used to sing ;
It stirs my sense; and odours dim and dear
The meadow-breezes bring.
Just this way did the quiet twilights fade
Over the fields and happy homes of men,
While one bird sang as now, piercing the shade,
Long since, I know not when.