Two Travellers perishing in Snow

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words That Heaven if Heaven—must contain What Either left behind And then the cheer too solemn grew For language, and the wind Long steps across the features took That Love had touched the Morn With reverential Hyacinth— The taleless Days went on Till Mystery impatient drew And those They left behind Led absent, were procured of Heaven As Those first furnished, said—