II.
She looks down the garden-walk caverned with trees, To the limes at the end where the green arbour is-- "Some sweet thought or other may keep where it found her, While, forgot or unseen in the dreamlight around her, Night cometh--Onora!"
She looks down the garden-walk caverned with trees, To the limes at the end where the green arbour is-- "Some sweet thought or other may keep where it found her, While, forgot or unseen in the dreamlight around her, Night cometh--Onora!"