They Would Not Come

I travelled to where in her lifetime

She'd knelt at morning prayer,

To call her up as if there;

But she paid no heed to my suing,

As though her old haunt could win not

A thought from her spirit, or care.

I went where my friend had lectioned

The prophets in high declaim,

That my soul's ear the same

Full tones should catch as aforetime;

But silenced by gear of the Present

Was the voice that once there came!

Where the ocean had sprayed our banquet

I stood, to recall it as then:

The same eluding again!

No vision. Shows contingent

Affrighted it further from me

Even than from my home-den.

When I found them no responders,

But fugitives prone to flee

From where they had used to be,

It vouched I had been led hither

As by night wisps in bogland,

And bruised the heart of me!

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