That day

I stand by the river where both of us stood,

And there is but one shadow to darken the flood;

And the path leading to it; where both used to pass,

Has the steo but one, to take dew from the grass, -

One forlorn since that day.

The flowers of the margin are many to see;

None stoops at my bidding to pluck them for me.

The bird in the alder sings loudly and long, -

my low sound of weeping disturbs not his song,

As thy vow did, that day.

I stand by the river, I think of the vow;

Oh, calm as the place is, vow-breaker, be thou!

I leave the flower growing, the bird unreproved;

Would I trouble thee ratherh than them, my beloved, -

And my lover that day?

Go, be sure of my love, by that treason forgiven;

Of my prayers, by the blessings they win thee from Heaven;

Of my gief - (guess the lenght of the sword by the sheath's)

By the silence of life, more pathetic than death's!

Go, - be clear of that day!