Across the Glory of the glowing skies, <br />A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise <br />From lavishness from God's late gift. the rain. <br /> <br />So, after farewell said, fond memories <br />Of words and looks, now over, come again <br />Across the glowing heart, a veil of pain.<br /><br />Francis William Bourdillon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spring-evening/
