I have seen her in gowns the brightest,
Of azure, green, and red,
And in the simplest, whitest,
Muslined from heel to head;
I have watched her walking, riding,
Shade-flecked by a leafy tree,
Or in fixed thought abiding
By the foam-fingered sea.
In woodlands I have known her,
When boughs were mourning loud,
In the rain-reek she has shown her
Wild-haired and watery-browed.
And once or twice she has cast me
As she pomped along the street
Court-clad, ere quite she had pa**ed me,
A glance from her chariot-seat.
But in my memoried pa**ion
For evermore stands she
In the gown of fading fashion
She wore that night when we,
Doomed long to part, a**embled
In the snug small room; yea, when
She sang with lips that trembled,
“Shall I see his face again?”