  When we had gone from out the blazing room, Into the cool and leafy dark, at last, And found a sweetness in the summer gloom, A holy quiet on the ways we passed,— We turned, with only half-regretful glance At silhouettes beyond that square of light,— Content to leave the laughter and the dance, For green, cool chambers of the summer night. I think that we shall not be otherwise, When we have quit all rooms where once we went,— But gazing back with grave, untroubled eyes, Shall find ourselves so quietly content, We shall not wish to alter that estate, Nor seek again the dance we left of late. |
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