Two lovers by a raoss grown spring ; They leaued soft cheeks together therc, Mingled the dark and suuuy hair, And heard the wooing thrushes sing, O building time ! O love'a best prime ? Two wedded from tho portal stept ; The bells made happy carolings, The air waa soft as lanniug wings, White petals on the pathway slept. O pure-eyed bride ! O tender pride ! 'h-o faces o'er a eradle bent; Two hands above the head wore looked ; These pressed each other while they rocked, 'hote watched a life that love had sent. O Holemn hour ! O hidden power ! 'wo párente by the evening tire : The red light telt about their knees On lieads that rose by slow degrees jike buda upou the lily spire. O patiënt life ! O tender strite ! ?he two still 8at together there, The red light shone about tlieir knees ; But all the heads by slow degrees iad gone and left that lonely pair. O voyage f ast ! O vanished past ! 7he red light shone upon the floor And made the space between them wide ; They drew their chaira up side by side, ?liüir pule cheeks jomed, and said "Once more!" U niemones ! O past that is !