[00:32.54]We stood by a pond that winter day,
[00:37.91]And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
[00:44.40]And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
[00:48.70]They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
[00:55.75]Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
[00:59.90]Over tedious riddles of years ago;
[01:04.75]And some words played between us to and fro
[01:09.62]On which lost the more by our love.
[01:18.94]The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
[01:22.71]Alive enough to have strength to die;
[01:27.17]And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
[01:31.27]Like an ominous bird a-wing.
[01:35.36]Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
[01:40.21]And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
[01:43.91]Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
[01:50.43]And a pond edged with grayish leaves.