Whence Comest Thou? Shady Lane, And Why And How? Thou, Where With Idle Heart, Ten Years Ago, I Wandered, And With Childhood'S Paces Slow So Long Unthought Of, And Remembered Now! Again In Vision Clear Thy Pathwayed Side I Tread, And View Thy Orchard Plots Again With Yellow Fruitage Hung,'And Glimmering Grain Standing Or Shocked Through The Thick Hedge Espied. This Hot Still Noon Of August Brings The Sight; This Quelling Silence As Of Eve Or Night, Wherein Earth (Feeling As A Mother May After Her Travail'S Latest Bitterest Throes) Looks Up, So Seemeth It, One Half Repose, One Half In Effort, Straining, Suffering Still.