It Was Upon + 

It was upon a July evening. + 

At a stile I stood, looking along a path + 

Over the country by a second Spring + 

Drenched perfect green again. “The lattermath + 

Will be a fine one.” So the stranger said, + 

A wandering man. Albeit I stood at rest, + 

Flushed with desire I was. The earth outspread, + 

Like meadows of the future, I possessed. + 

And as an unaccomplished prophecy + 

The stranger’s words, after the interval + 

Of a score years, when those fields are by me + 

Never to be recrossed, now I recall, + 

This July eve, and question, wondering, + 

What of the lattermath to this hoar Spring? + 