The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts




WHITHER down the ways of dream
     Went my starry-eyed,
Tears and laughter at the lips
     And longing by her side?

Went the joy of day with her

     From the shining lands,—
All the wonder of the night
     In her unheeding hands.

Wind of June hath gone with her
     From the sighing tree,—


Dove-neck marvel from the mists
     Of the morning sea.

Flowers she forgot to take
     Smell no longer sweet.
Earth has no more pleasantness


     Save where fell her feet.

So I seek that place of dream
     Where waits my starry-eyed,
All the happy things of earth
     A-crowding at her side.