THE RIVER widens to a pathless sea
Beneath the rain and mist and sullen skies.
Look out the window; รข??t is a gray emprise,
This piloting of massed humanity ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!
