' Her Voice ' Poem by Marvin Paul Mones

The wild bee reels from bough to bough with his furry coat and his gauzy wing, now in a lily-cup, and now setting a jacinth bell a-swing; sit closer love; it was here i trow, i made that vow, swore that two lives should be like one, as long as the sea, as long as the sunflower sought the sun, it shall be, i said, for eternity twixt you and me! Dear friend, those times are over and done, love's web in spun. Look upward where the popular trees sway and sway in the summer air, here in valley never a breeze scatters the thistle down, but there great winds blow fair from the mighty murmuring mystical seas, and the wave-lashed leas. Look upward where the white gull screams, what does it see that we do not see? Is that a star? Or the lamp that gleams on some outward voyaging argusy, ah! Can it be we have lived our lives in a land of dreams! How sad it seems. Sweet, there is nothing left to say but this, that love is never lost, keen winter stabs the breasts of may whose crimson roses burst his frost, ships tempest tossed will find a harbour in some bay, and so we may, and there is nothing left to do but to kiss once again, and part, nay there is nothing we should rue, i have my beauty, you your art, nay do not start, one world was not enough for two like me and you! !