The other, she too has strange green eyes! I touched her, it was I who touched and I who was!

It is going a little beyond the bounds. were true!

Were not worth while, nor spinning worth the THESE poems should not be considered separately, as so many single pieces. They are intended as an essential story, or history, or confession, unfolding one from the other in organic development, the whole revealing the intrinsic experience of a man during the crisis of manhood, when he marries and comes into himself. The period covered is, roughly, the sixth lustre of a man's life Magnificent ghosts of the darkness, carry off her