FIRST SIGHT OF HER AND AFTER
Reading edition
A day is drawing to its fall I had not dreamed to see; The first of many to enthrall My spirit, will it be? Or is this eve the end of all Such new delight for me?
I journey home: the pattern grows Of moonshades on the way: “Soon the first quarter, I suppose,” Sky-glancing travellers say; I realize that it, for those, Has been a common day.