Chapter 61 No.61

Her summer nature felt a need to bless,

And a like longing to be blest again;

So, from her sky-like spirit, gentleness

Dropt ever like a sunlit fall of rain,

And his beneath drank in the bright caress

As thirstily as would a parched plain,

That long hath watched the showers of sloping gray

For ever, ever, falling far away.