XLIV) To-night along the lime-trees walk
To-night along the lime-trees walk
The moveless are is mild,
And quietly wife and husband talk,
As they watch their first-born child.
To-night the young men come from play
With half a serious air,
And lovers in the darkening way
A look more wistful wear.
To-night on years I shall not see
My thought more warmly runs
Clearer tonight is born to meThe murmur of the guns.