第33章 ST. LAUNCE$$$$$S REVISITED

Slip back, Time!

Yet again I am nearing Castle and keep, uprearing Gray, as in my prime.

At the inn Smiling close, why is it Not as on my visit When hope and I were twin?

Groom and jade Whom I found here, moulder;

Strange the tavern-holder, Strange the tap-maid.

Here I hired Horse and man for bearing Me on my wayfaring To the door desired.

Evening gloomed As I journeyed forward To the faces shoreward, Till their dwelling loomed.

If again Towards the Atlantic sea there I should speed, they'd be there Surely now as then? . . .

Why waste thought, When I know them vanished Under earth; yea, banished Ever into nought.

POEMS OF 1912-13

Veteris vestigia flammae