A Garden In The North

Yestreen I walked where wind and tree Called all the lost years back to me, Where shaken leaf and waft of bird Spoke to me each its well-known word. I knew - ah, well I knew of old The wet earth and the sky's pale gold, The light wind stirring restlessly The brown leaf on the beechen tree. I knew the far grey line of hills Behind the barn - the daffodils Beneath the bare bough putting forth Their spears' brave challenge to the north. What more? Only the joy, the pain, Shadows and dreams that waked again (As in these barren boles the Spring Wakes at the west wind's summoning): Only the drift of thorn leaves dry That stirred and sighed as I went by, As if some page I turned and read There an old tale of years long fled. And the wise wind that keeps alway The lost sweet soul of yesterday Brought to me on its whispering breath Love, hope, remembrance &mdash Life and Death!