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VIII。
A turn； and we stand in the heart of things：
The woods are round us； heaped and dim；
From slab to slab how it slips and springs；
The thread of water single and slim；
Through the ravage some torrent brings！
IX。
Does it feed the little lake below？
That speck of white just on its marge
Is Pella； see； in the evening…glow；
How sharp the silver spear…heads charge
When Alp meets heaven in snow！
X。
On our other side is the straight…up rock；
And a path is kept 'twixt the gorge and it
By boulder…stones where lichens mock
The marks on a moth； and small ferns fit
Their teeth to the polished block。
XI。
Oh the sense of the yellow mountain…flowers；
And thorny balls； each three in one；
The chestnuts throw on our path in showers！
For the drop of the woodland fruit's begun；
These early November hours；
XII。
That crimson the creeper's leaf across
Like a splash of blood； intense； abrupt；
O'er a shield else gold from rim to boss；
And lay it for show on the fairy…cupped
Elf…needled mat of moss；
XIII。
By the rose…flesh mushrooms； undivulged
Last evening…nay； in to…day's first dew
Yon sudden coral nipple bulged；
Where a freaked fawn…coloured flaky crew
Of toadstools peep indulged。
XIV。
And yonder； at foot of the fronting ridge
That takes the turn to a range beyond；
Is the chapel reached by the one…arched bridge
Where the water is stopped in a stagnant pond
Danced over by the midge。
XV。
The chapel and bridge are of stone alike；
Blackish…grey and mostly wet；
Cut hemp…stalks steep in the narrow dyke。
See here again； how the lichens fret
And the roots of the ivy strike！
XVI。
Poor little place； where its one priest comes
On a festa…day； if he comes at all；
To the dozen folk from their scattered homes；
Gathered within that precinct small
By the dozen ways one roams…
XVII。
To drop from the charcoal…burners' huts；
Or climb from the hemp…dressers' low shed；
Leave the grange where the woodman stores his nuts；
Or the wattled cote where the fowlers spread
Their gear on the rock's bare juts。
XVIII。
It has some pretension too； this front；
With its bit of fresco half…moon…wise
Set over the porch； Art's early wont：
'Tis John in the Desert； I surmise；
But has borne the weather's brunt…
XIX。
Not from the fault of the builder； though；
For a pent…house properly projects
Where three carved beams make a certain show；
Dating…good thought of our architect's…
'Five； six； nine； he lets you know。
XX。
And all day long a bird sings there；
And a stray sheep drinks at the pond at times；
The place is silent and aware；
It has had its scenes； its joys and crimes；
But that is its own affair。
XXI。
My perfect wife； my Leonor；
Oh heart； my own； oh eyes； mine too；
Whom else could I dare look backward for；
With whom beside should I dare pursue
The path grey heads abhor？
XXII。
For it leads to a crag's sheer edge with them；
Youth； flowery all the way； there stops…
Not they； age threatens and they contemn；
Till they reach the gulf wherein youth drops；
One inch from life's safe hem！
XXIII。
With me； youth led 。。。 I will speak now；
No longer watch you as you sit
Reading by fire…light； that great brow
And the spirit…small hand propping it；
Mutely； my heart knows how…
XXIV。
When； if I think but deep enough；
You are wont to answer； prompt as rhyme；
And you； too； find without rebuff
Response your soul seeks many a time
Piercing its fine flesh…stuff。
XXV。
My own； confirm me！ If I tread
This path back； is it not in pride
To think how little I dreamed it led
To an age so blest that； by its side；
Youth seems the waste instead？
XXVI。
My own； see where the years conduct！
At first； 'twas something our two souls
Should mix as mists do； each is sucked
In each now： on； the new stream rolls；
Whatever rocks obstruct。
XXVII。
Think； when our one soul understands
The great Word which makes all things new；
When earth breaks up and heaven expands；
How will the change strike me and you
ln the house not made with hands？
XXVIII。
Oh I must feel your brain prompt mine；
Your heart anticipate my heart；
You must be just before； in fine；
See and make me see； for your part；
New depths of the divine！
XXIX。
But who could have expected this
When we two drew together first
Just for the obvious human bliss；
To satisfy life's daily thirst
With a thing men seldom miss？
XXX。
Come back with me to the first of all；
Let us lean and love it over again；
Let us now forget and now recall；
Break the rosary in a pearly rain；
And gather what we let fall！
XXXI。
What did I say？…that a small bird sings
All day long； save when a brown pair
Of hawks from the wood float with wide wings
Strained to a bell： 'gainst noon…day glare
You count the streaks and rings。
XXXII。
But at afternoon or almost eve
'Tis better； then the silence grows
To that degree； you half believe
It must get rid of what it knows；
Its bosom does so heave。
XXXIII。
Hither we walked then； side by side；
Arm in arm and cheek to cheek；
And still I questioned or replied；
While my heart； convulsed to really speak；
Lay choking in its pride。
XXXIV。
Silent the crumbling bridge we cross；
And pity and praise the chapel sweet；
And care about the fresco's loss；
And wish for our souls a like retreat；
And wonder at the moss。
XXXV。
Stoop and kneel on the settle under；
Look through the window's grated square：
Nothing to see！ For fear of plunder；
The cross is down and the altar bare；
As if thieves don't fear thunder。
XXXVI。
We stoop and look in through the grate；
See the little porch and rustic door；
Read duly the dead builde