Not actually feeling down, but....

Now playing: John Ottman - Xavier Escapes (Deleted Scene)
via FoxyTunes

...it's late and late hours tend to bring the melancholy. Thought I'd make some use of the collected poems of Alfred Noyes, and this one fit (in an almost frighteningly perfect manner) with a particularly lonely summer in Davis, years ago...


The Return
by Alfred Noyes

O, hedges white with laughing may,
   O, meadows where we met,
This heart of mine will break to-day
   Unless ye, too, forget.

Breathe not so sweet, breathe not so sweet,
   But swiftly let me pass
Across the field that felt her feet
   In the old time that was.

A year ago, but one brief year,
   O, happy flowering land,
We wandered here and whispered there,
   And hand was warm in hand.

O, crisp white clouds beyond the hill,
   O, lavrock in the skies,
Why do ye all remember still
   Her bright uplifted eyes.

Red heather on the windy moor,
   Wild thyme beside the way,
White jasmine by the cottage door,
   Harden your hearts today.

Smile not so kind, smile not so kind,
   Thou happy haunted place,
Or thou wilt strike these poor eyes blind
   With her remembered face.



Enough, More Later.
- James