Souvenir
A vanished house that for an hour I knewBy some forgotten chance when I was youngHad once a glimmering window overhungWith honeysuckle wet with evening dew.Along the path tall dusky dahlias grew,And shadowy hydrangeas reached and swungFerociously; and over me, amongThe moths and mysteries, a blurred bat flew.
Somewhere within there were dim presencesOf days that hovered and of years gone by.I waited, and between their silencesThere was an evanescent faded noise;And though a child, I knew it was the voiceOf one whose occupation was to die.