[BNP/E3, 16A – 38]

p. 595 [859]

5-5-1918

When in the widening circle of rebirth

To {…} my {…} soul shall[1] come,

And try again the unremembered earth

With the old sadness for the immortal home,

Will I revisit these same differing fields

And cull the old new flowers with the same dream

That a quick cold sense suddenly {…} yields.

Of more age than my days in this {…}

Will I again regret strange faces lost

Of which the very[2] memory is forgot

And but in unseen bulks of vagueness tossed

Out of the closed sea and dark night of Thought –

     Were thy face one, what sweetness will't not be

     Though |not| by blind feeling to remember thee!

 
[1] shall /will\
[2] very /present\