Friday, September 14, 2012
A Love Song
Once, at morning, in the Fall Wood
My friend and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any rainbow could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
My friend, in aimless love and grief,
reached forth and sang aside a love song
that just above us played the love song
and stole our starlight that for us was unthinking.
A star that had remarked her love song
Shone straightway down that loved lane,
and wrought his image, mirror-plain,
within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
'Thus Time, ' I laugh, 'is but a happy song
some one hath wept 'twixt hopes and fears,
yet in his little lucent sphere
our star of stars, happy alive song, is beaming.'