Sunlit Hours

<SPAN name="XX"></SPAN>XX<br/> <br/> <br/> Tell me, oh my tranquil friend,<br/> How absence of a day untuned<br/> And brought our song of love to end,<br/> And wakened every sleeping wound.<br/> I go to meet all those that come<br/> From out that land of mystery<br/> Where thou did'st go toward the red sun-rise;<br/> Beneath a tree I sit, and cold and dumb,<br/> Down the long road spy eagerly;<br/> And long I look with fervour on the eyes<br/> Still lustrous with the sight of thee;<br/> I'd kiss those fingers, for thy touch less wearisome;<br/> I'd utter words whose meaning none perceive;<br/> But, dumb, I listen, hear their footfalls reach<br/> The shadows where the aged eve<br/> Holds the black night in leash.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />