Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The ShadowArthur Symons (18651945)
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With eyes that brood upon the smould’ring thought of you,
And long desire and brief delight leap up anew,
Why is it that the eyes of all men turn to me?
And in the eyes of men self-pity, fear, desire:
As those who see the far-off shadow of a fire
Gaze earnestly, and wonder if their roof-trees burn.