But now life's face beholden
 Seemed bright as heaven's bare brow
With hope of gifts withholden
 But now.

 From time's full-flowering bough
Each bud spake bloom to embolden
 Love's heart, and seal his vow.

Joy's eyes grew deep with olden
 Dreams, born he wist not how;
Thought's meanest garb was golden;
 But now!