Opals (Custance)/Virelay: Regret
Virelay: Regret
"Play low to-nightAnd do not sing!"My thoughts take flightAnd wing—and wingTo sorrowful wan skies, and whiteCurved flower-cups scented through with Spring!"Play low and do not sing., . . .
. . . There . . . in the rainI see one stand . . .The leaves look fainTo kiss his hand . . .Beyond him slopes the furrowed lane, . . .The sunlight breaks across the land!I dream, I see him stand . . .
"Yes! quite awake!Sing something dear!"Did my voice break—Was that a tear—Shed softly for a memory's sake?Ah! sobbing heart! he must not hear, . . ."Sing something to me, dear!"