Chapter VI

This morning while I light my cigarette
In this dim study with its endless view
Stretching away to hills whose eyes are blue
With secret thoughts, _my_ thoughts are all regret,
Regret for broken interludes! and yet—
If it were otherwise, who knows but you
Might grow to pall, as things familiar do,
While now it seems worth while to not forget!
And so good-bye, my friend, drift out in smoke,
Vague, and intangible, a fleeting joy
That some stray match of fate in passing woke,
To burn awhile, like this small soothing toy
Between my lips: Time's galling iron yoke
Is not for us, we made and we'll destroy.

CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.

_The following poems from_ "'TWIXT EARTH AND STARS," _by_ MARGUERITE
RADCLYFFE-HALL, _have been set to music_:

By MR. HUBERT BATH

"A SONG." _Chappell and Co._
"ITALIAN SPRING." _Boosey and Co._
"ON THE LAGOON." _Boosey and Co._

By MR. EATHORPE MARTIN

"SHALL I COMPLAIN?" _Metzler and Co._

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Transcriber's Notes

Minor punctuation and printer errors repaired.

Italic text is denoted by _underscores_

End of Project Gutenberg's A Sheaf of Verses, by Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall