The Fugitive

lwa girl and fill my thoughts with the music of her name. She would glance at me through the slanting

some past whose track is l

o-day about dates th

and vanished ages: but alas and alas again

ed in their flower-baskets those days tha

se whom I was born too late to me

y decked their hair, and the same south breeze fl

g, though Kalidas sing no more; and I know, if he can watc