Through all the evening,
All the virginal long evening,
Down the blossomed aisle of April it is dread to walk alone;
For there the intangible is nigh, the lost is ever-during;
And who would suffer again beneath a too divine alluring,
Keen as the ancient drift of sleep on dying faces blown
Louise Imogen Guiney
Guiney, a poet, essayist, literary critic, and biographer, was born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1861. She published nearly twenty books of poetry and prose and was a renowned scholar of seventeenth-century poetry. Guiney died in 1920.