Volume 2 — PHYLLIS
Reading edition
Phyllis, I knew you once when I was young, And travelled to your land of Arcady. Do you, of all the songs, wild songs, before you flung, Remember mine—its buoyant melody, Its hope, its pride; do you remember it? It was the song that makes the world go round; I bought it of a Boy: in scars I paid for it, Phyllis, to you who jested at my wound.