We two will lie i' the shadow of

Tell me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere—

If God in his wisdom have brought close The day when I must die, That day by water or fire or air My feet shall fall in the destined snare Wherever my road may lie.

From perfect grief there need not be Wisdom or even memory; One thing then learned remains to me — The woodspurge has a cup of three.

I am not as these are, the poet saith In youth's pride, and the painter, among men At bay, where never pencil comes nor pem

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet, keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

Still we say as we go,— "Strange to think by the way Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day."