Impressions: A Book of Verse/A Short Separation: She
A SHORT SEPARATION: SHE
DO you perchance in some dim forest nook
Like this, dream as I'm dreaming?
Does your gaze
Pursue the intricate beauty of the haze
Of tangled sweetness overhead, your book
Forgotten where it fell while toward it strays
Your inadvertent hand?—Dear! though the maze
Of alien boughs you thread with dreaming eye
'T is but to reach beyond them the same sky!