A COLLOQUY IN SLEEP Did ever aught make love to you as I? Ah, no! Oh, yes-the mirror and the sea; You scarcely know my voice-how can I be Raiment and food and drink would you deny? Your very silence is unfair- You speak to me in music everywhere, Through all sweet music that the masters make. John Regnault Ellyson Alas! that we drifted apart Faster than pear-petals fall to the ground! STUDY Oh carrot cat, slinking over the snow, Your skin is blue, where the bitter wind ruffles your fur. world? DOMESTIC Sometimes, Through a long evening, I look up. The old people Apathetically Are sitting, The dim eyes gazing In the past That seems so good. And then pity Dews all my sight. For old age Is the guerdon, The only laurels, Of their life. And mine, uncrowned, So far away, I cannot cry "Hail!" DOUBLE Through the day, meekly, I am my mother's child. Through the night riotously I ride great horses. In ranks we gallop, gallop, Through the night With the wind. But in the pale day I sit, quiet. TOWN-MOUSE These things for today: The threat of rain, And great hasting clouds; Wet soil's scent; Fine cobwebs on the heather; Keen air! Even a park of green lawns, Bare boughs and brown sparrows! Oh, for no roof overhead And full lungs! These things for today. ENOUGH HAS BEEN SAID OF SUNSET Double I Light-imperceptible as One thin veil drawn across blackness: Is it dawn? . |