Collected Poems (Robinson)/Souvenir
SOUVENIR
A vanished house that for an hour I knew By some forgotten chance when I was young Had once a glimmering window overhung With honeysuckle wet with evening dew. Along the path tall dusky dahlias grew, And shadowy hydrangeas reached and swung Ferociously; and over me, among The moths and mysteries, a blurred bat flew.
Somewhere within there were dim presencesOf days that hovered and of years gone by.I waited, and between their silencesThere was an evanescent faded noise;And though a child, I knew it was the voiceOf one whose occupation was to die.