Love Lies Bleeding

LOVE that is dead and buried, yesterday
Out of his grave rose up before my face;
No recognition in his look, no trace
Of memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and grey.
While I, remembering, found no word to say,
But felt my quickened heart leap in its place;
Caught afterglow thrown back from long set days,
Caught echoes of all music passed away.
Was this indeed to meet ? — I mind me yet,
In youth we met when hope and love were quick,
We parted with hope dead, but love alive :
I mind me how we parted when heart sick,
Remembering, loving, hopeless, weak to strive :-
Was this to meet ? Not so, we have not met.