Collected poems, 1901-1918/Vain Finding

by Walter De la Mare

VAIN FINDING

EVER before my face there went
Betwixt earth's buds and me
A beauty beyond earth's content,
A hope — half memory:
Till in the woods one evening —
Ah! eyes as dark as they,
Fastened on mine unwontedly,
Grey, and dear heart, how grey!