In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> Then and Now </h2> <p>Beneath her window in the fragrant night<br/> I half forget how truant years have flown<br/> Since I looked up to see her chamber-light,<br/> Or catch, perchance, her slender shadow thrown<br/> Upon the casement; but the nodding leaves<br/> Sweep lazily across the unlit pane,<br/> And to and fro beneath the shadowy eaves,<br/> Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain<br/> Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street<br/> When all is still, as if the very trees<br/> Were listening for the coming of her feet<br/> That come no more; yet, lest I weep, the breeze<br/> Sings some forgotten song of those old years<br/> Until my heart grows far too glad for tears.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />