A Spring Harvest/Memories
For works with similar titles, see Memories.
MEMORIES
Shapes in the mist, it is long since I saw you, Pale hands and faces, and quiet eyes,Crowned with a garland the dead years wrought you Out of remembrance that never dies:
One among you is tall and supple Good to fight or to love beside,Only the stain of a deadly quarrel, Only that and the years divide:
One there is with a face as honest, Heart as true, as the open sea,One who never betrayed a comrade— Death stands now betwixt him and me.
One I loved with a passionate longing Born of worship and fierce despair,Dreamed that Heaven were only happy If at length I should find him there.
Shapes in the mist, ye see me lonely, Lonely and sad in the dim firelight:How far now to the last of all battles? (Listen, the guns are loud to-night!)
Whatever comes, I will strike once surely, Once because of an ancient tryst,Once for love of your dear dead faces Ere I come unto you, Shapes in the mist.