The sun is low

I sit and wait for you, Dear, my Dear,

Now the sun is low;

From the far-off town the path runs clear,

And the way you know --

The old, old way that brought you here,

In the Long-Ago.

The white moon climbs, and looks at me --

Her smile is cold;

Something she sees that I do not see --

The moon is old.

I catch a sigh from the winds that flee

Across the wold --

What is the secret they hide from me? --

They have not told.

To Lethe-country your steps were set --

Did you taste that spring

That makes the heart of a man forget

The dearest thing?

Nay! I sit and wait for you, Dear, my Dear,

For the sun is low --

From your far-off place the path runs clear,

And you still must know

The old, old way that brought you here

In the Long-Ago.