IV
Once more upon the same old seat In the same sunshiny weather, The elm-trees’ shadows at their feet And foliage move together.
The shadows shift upon the grass, The dial point creeps on; The clear sun shines, the loiterers pass, As then they passed and shone.
But now deep sleep is on my heart, Deep sleep and perfect rest. Hope’s flutterings now disturb no more The quiet of my breast.