Excerpt from Nocturne of Remembered Spring: And Other Poems Iv. I walk in a pleasure of sorrow along the street And try to remember you the slow drops patter, The mist upon the lilacs has made them sweet, I brush them with my sleeve, the cool drops scatter, And suddenly I laugh. And stand and listen As if another had laughed. A fragrant gust Rustles the laden leaves, the wet spikes glisten, A shower of drops goes down on stones and dust. And it seems as though it were you who had shaken the bough, And spilled the fragrance - I pursue your face again, It grows more vague and lovely, it eludes me now. I remember that you are gone, and drown in pain. Something there was I said to you, I recall, Something, just as the music seemed to fall, That made you laugh, and burns me still with pleasure. What were the words - the words like dripping fire? I remember them now, and smile, and in sweet leisure Rehearse the scene, more exquisite than before, And you more beautiful, and I more wise. Lilacs and spring, and night, and your clear eyes. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.