Time and again
That corner of the lane
Comes back into my mind.
The last ray struck the edge
Of the berried briar-hedge
To a smouldering glow of scarlet;
But she looked upon it, blind,
Looked upon that burning beauty,
Looked upon it, all unseeing—
As with eyes that searched black midnight
For a star they could not find.

Never I learned
What desolate passion burned
Her heart to such despair:
But still I see her stand
Alone in that lone land,
And the smouldering glow of scarlet
Through black tangles of her hair:
And I see those eyes unseeing,
Blinded by that burning beauty,
Searching everlasting midnight
For a star no longer there.