ComplaintI have tried to remember the familiar places, -
The pillared gloom of the beechwoods, the towns by the sea, -
I have tried to people the past with dear known faces,
But you were haunting me.Like a remorse, insistent, pitiless,
You have filled my spirit, you were ever at hand;
You have mocked my gods with your new loveliness:
Broken the old shrines stand.
