We Went A Day'S Excursion To The Stream, Basked By The Bank, And Bent To The Ripple-Gleam, And I Did Not Know That Life Would Show, However It Might Flower, No Finer Glow. I Walked In The Sunday Sunshine By The Road That Wound Towards The Wicket Of Your Abode, And I Did Not Think That Life Would Shrink To Nothing Ere It Shed A Rosier Pink. Unlooked For I Arrived On A Rainy Night, And You Hailed Me At The Door By The Swaying Light, And I Full Forgot That Life Might Not Again Be Touching That Ecstatic Height. And That Calm Eve When You Walked Up The Stair, After A Gaiety Prolonged And Rare, No Thought Soever That You Might Never Walk Down Again, Struck Me As I Stood There.