Chapter II

You know how I have loved you, how my dreams
Go forth to you with longing, though the years
That turn not back like your returning streams
And fain would mist the memory with tears,
Though the inexorable years deny
My feet the fellowship of your deep grass,
O’er which, as o’er another, tenderer sky,
Cloud phantoms drift and pass,--
You know my confident love, since first, a child,
Amid your wastes of green I wandered wild.