New York Nocturnes, and Other Poems — When the Clover Blooms Again

“When the clover blooms again, And the rain-birds in the rain Make the sad-heart noon seem sweeter And the joy of June completer I shall see his face again!

” Of her lover over sea So she whispered happily;

And she prayed, while men were sleeping, “Mary, have him in thy keeping As he sails the stormy sea!

” White and silent lay his face In a still, green-watered place, Where the long, gray weed scarce lifted, And the sand was lightly sifted O’er his unremembering face.