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A TRYST THAT FAILED.
I never heard your call, my Fair;
O music up in the flickering air!
O voice my ears so ill could spare!
And the wild, wild call my soul begot,
The long wild call, I know not what,—
We met not then, for it reached you not,
And never again. But our hearts did greet.
Whatever path misled your feet,
Voices so true could not but meet.
Though we have strayed from that place of heather,
Your cry and mine speed on together
Above the Spring and the Summer weather.
Among the stars and in the blue,
What words could never my call may do,
—Speak my love and loss of you.
