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That he will find it everywhere；
It will awake him in the night；
It will enfold him in the air。
I set my shadow in his sight
And I have winged it with desire；
That it may be a cloud by day
And in the night a shaft of fire。
ENOUGH
IT is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him；
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim。
I have no care to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me。
ALCHEMY
I LIFT my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain；
My heart will be a lovely cup
Altho' it holds but pain。
For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold；
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold。
FEBRUARY
THEY spoke of him I love
With cruel words and gay；
My lips kept silent guard
On all I could not say。
I heard； and down the street
The lonely trees in the square
Stood in the winter wind
Patient and bare。
I heard 。 。 。 oh voiceless trees
Under the wind； I knew
The eager terrible spring
Hidden in you。
MORNING
I WENT out on an April morning
All alone； for my heart was high；
I was a child of the shining meadow；
I was a sister of the sky。
There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me；
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering；
Swept as a sea…bird out to sea。
MAY NIGHT
THE spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new；
The world is brimmed with moonlight；
The lilac brimmed with dew。
Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over…brimmed with spring。
DUSK IN JUNE
EVENING； and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around。
The air is blue and sweet；
The few first stars are white；
Oh let me like the birds
Sing before night。
LOVE…FREE
I AM free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn；
Swift and intent； asking no joy from another；
Glad to forget all of the passion of April
Ere it was love…free。
I am free of love； and I listen to music lightly；
But if he returned； if he should look at me deeply；
I should awake； I should awake and remember
I am my lover's。
SUMMER NIGHT； RIVERSIDE
IN the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin。
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross；
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
Sheltered us
While your kisses and the flowers；
Falling； falling；
Tangled my hair。 。 。 。
The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky。
And now； far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is tremulous again with bloom
For June comes back。
RIVERS TO THE SEA
To…night what girl
When she goes home；
Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair
This year's blossoms； clinging in its coils ？
IN A SUBWAY STATION
AFTER a year I came again to the place；
The tireless lights and the reverberation；
The angry thunder of trains that burrow the ground；
The hunted； hurrying people were still the same
But oh； another man beside me and not you！
Another voice and other eyes in mine！
And suddenly I turned and saw again
The gleaming curve of tracks； the bridge above
They were burned deep into my heart before；
The night I watched them to avoid your eyes；
When you were saying； 〃Oh； look up at me！〃
When you were saying； 〃Will you never love me？〃
And when I answered with a lie。 Oh then
You dropped your eyes。 I felt your utter pain。
I would have died to say the truth to you。
* * * * * *
After a year I came again to the place
The hunted hurrying people were still the same。。。。
AFTER LOVE
THERE is no magic when we meet；
We speak as other people do；
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you。
You were the wind and I the sea
There is no splendor any more；
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore。
But tho' the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease；
It grows more bitter than the sea；
For all its peace。
DOORYARD ROSES
I HAVE come the selfsame path
To the selfsame door；
Years have left the roses there
Burning as before。
While I watch them in the wind
Quick the hot tears start
Strange so frail a flame outlasts
Fire in the heart。
A PRAYER
UNTIL I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth；
Deaf tho' a lyric wind goes by；
Dumb in a storm of mirth；
Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men；
Oh let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again。
II
INDIAN SUMMER
LYRIC night of the lingering Indian Summer；
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing；
Never a bird； but the passionless chant of insects；
Ceaseless； insistent。
The grasshopper's horn； and far off； high in the maples
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence；
Under a moon waning and worn and broken；
Tired with summer。
Let me remember you； voices of little insects；
Weeds in the moonlight； fields that are tangled with asters；
Let me remember you； soon will the winter be on us；
Snow…hushed and heartless。
RIVERS TO THE SEA
Over my soul murmur your mute benediction
While I gaze； oh fields that rest after harvest；
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to；
Lest they forget them。
THE SEA WIND
I AM a pool in a peaceful place；
I greet the great sky face to face；
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon
But why does it always bring to me
The far…off； beautiful sound of the sea？
The marsh…grass weaves me a wall of green；
But the wind comes whispering in between；
In the dead of night when the sky is deep
The wind comes waking me out of sleep
Why does it always bring to me
The far…off； terrible call of the sea？
THE CLOUD
I AM a cloud in the heaven's height；
The stars are lit for my delight；
Tireless and changeful； swift and free；
I cast my shadow on hill and sea
But why do the pines on the mountain's crest
Call to me always； 〃Rest； rest〃？
I throw my mantle over the moon
And I blind the sun on his throne at noon；
Nothing can tame me； nothing can bind；
I am a child of the heartless wind
But oh the pines on