XXXV) How often shall I see them lighten
How often shall I see them lighten.
The April evening skies?
How often will the hedgerows whiten
Again before my eyes?
How often seeing shall I languish
For beauty not my own?
How often feel the long-drawn anguish
Of innocence outgrown?
How many springs, before my sighing
Is hushed, and healed my sore,
And I in wintry dark am lying?How many summers more?