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RIVERS TO THE SEA



And little birds before they learned to sing

Drowned in the sudden ecstasy of spring。



I love to think that with a wistful wonder

She held her baby warm against her breast;

That never any fear awoke whereunder

She shuddered at her gift; or trembled lest

Thru the great doors of birth

Here to a windy earth

She lured from heaven a half…unwilling guest。



She caught and kept his first vague flickering smile;

The faint upleaping of his spirit's fire;

And for a long sweet while

In her was all he asked of earth or heaven

But in the end how far;

Past every shaken star;

Should leap at last that arrow…like desire;

His full…grown manhood's keen

Ardor toward the unseen

Dark mystery beyond the Pleiads seven。









RIVERS TO THE SEA



And in her heart she heard

His first dim…spoken word

She only of them all could understand;

Flushing to feel at last

The silence over…past;

Thrilling as tho' her hand had touched God's hand。

But in the end how many words

Winged on a flight she could not follow;

Farther than skyward lark or swallow;

His lips should free to lands she never knew;

Braver than white sea…faring birds

With a fearless melody;

Flying over a shining sea;

A star…white song between the blue and blue。



Oh I have seen a lake as clear and fair

As it were molten air;

Lifting a lily upward to the sun。

How should the water know the glowing heart

That ever to the heaven lifts its fire;









RIVERS TO THE SEA



A golden and unchangeable desire?

The water only knows

The faint and rosy glows

Of under…petals; opening apart。

Yet in the soul of earth;

Deep in the primal ground;

Its searching roots are wound;

And centuries have struggled toward its birth。

So; in the man who sings;

All of the voiceless horde

From the cold dawn of things

Have their reward;

All in whose pulses ran

Blood that is his at last;

From the first stooping man

Far in the winnowed past。

Out of the tumult of their love and mating

Each one created; seeing life was good

Dumb; till at last the song that they were waiting

Breaks like brave April thru a wintry wood。









RIVERS TO TOE SEA



But what of her whose heart is troubled by it;

The mother who would soothe and set him free;

Fearing the song's storm…shaken ecstasy

Oh; as the moon that has no power to quiet

The strong wind…driven sea。











IN MEMORIAM F。 O。 S。



You go a long and lovely journey;

   For all the stars; like burning dew;

Are luminous and luring footprints

   Of souls adventurous as you。



Oh; if you lived on earth elated;

   How is it now that you can run

Free of the weight of flesh and faring

   Far past the birthplace of the sun?









TWILIGHT



THE stately tragedy of dusk

   Drew to its perfect close;

The virginal white evening star

   Sank; and the red moon rose。









SWALLOW FLIGHT



I LOVE my hour of wind and light;

   I love men's faces and their eyes;

I love my spirit's veering flight

   Like swallows under evening skies;









THOUGHTS



WHEN I can make my thoughts come forth

   To walk like ladies up and down;

Each one puts on before the glass

   Her most becoming hat and gown。



But oh; the shy and eager thoughts

   That hide and will not get them dressed;

Why is it that they always seem

   So much more lovely than the rest?









TO DICK; ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY



Tho' I am very old and wise;

   And you are neither wise nor old;

When I look far into your eyes;

   I know things I was never told:

I know how flame must strain and fret

Prisoned in a mortal net;

How joy with over…eager wings;

Bruises the small heart where he sings;

How too much life; like too much gold;

Is sometimes very hard to hold。 。 。 。

All that is talkingI know

This much is true; six years ago

An angel living near the moon

Walked thru the sky and sang a tune

Plucking stars to make his crown

And suddenly two stars fell down;

Two falling arrows made of light。

Six years ago this very night









RIVERS TO THE SEA



I saw them fall and wondered why

The angel dropped them from the sky

But when I saw your eyes I knew

The angel sent the stars to you。









TO ROSE



ROSE; when I remember you;

Little lady; scarcely two;

I am suddenly aware

Of the angels in the air。

All your softly gracious ways

Make an island in my days

Where my thoughts fly back to be

Sheltered from too strong a sea。

All your luminous delight

Shines before me in the night

When I grope for sleep and find

Only shadows in my mind。



Rose; when I remember you;

White and glowing; pink and new;

With so swift a sense of fun

Altho' life has just begun;









RIVERS TO THE SEA



With so sure a pride of place

In your very infant face;

I should like to make a prayer

To the angels in the air:

〃If an angel ever brings

Me a baby in her wings;

Please be certain that it grows

Very; very much like Rose。〃









THE FOUNTAIN



On in the deep blue night

   The fountain sang alone;

It sang to the drowsy heart

   Of the satyr carved in stone。



The fountain sang and sang

   But the satyr never stirred

Only the great white moon

   In the empty heaven heard。



The fountain sang and sang

   And on the marble rim

The milk…white peacocks slept;

   Their dreams were strange and dim。



Bright dew was on the grass;

   And on the ilex dew;

The dreamy milk…white birds

   Were all a…glisten too。









RIVERS TO THE SEA

The fountain sang and sang

   The things one cannot tell;

The dreaming peacocks stirred

   And the gleaming dew…drops fell。









THE ROSE



BENEATH my chamber window

Pierrot was singing; singing;

   I heard his lute the whole night thru

      Until the east was red。

Alas; alas; Pierrot;

I had no rose for flinging

   Save one that drank my tears for dew

      Before its leaves were dead。



I found it in the darkness;

I kissed it once and threw it;

   The petals scattered over him;

      His song was turned to joy;

And he will never know

Alas; the one who knew it!

   The rose was plucked when dusk was dim

      Beside a laughing boy。









DREAMS



I GAVE my life to another lover;

   I gave my love; and all; and all

But over a dream the past will hover;

   Out of a dream the past will call。



I tear myself from sleep with a shiver

   But on my breast a kiss is hot;

And by my bed the ghostly giver

   Is waiting tho' I see him not。









〃I AM NOT YOURS 〃



I AM not yours; not lost in you;

   Not lost; altho' I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon;

   Lost as a snow…flake in the sea。



You love me; and I find you still

   A spirit beautiful and bright;

Yet I am I; who long to be

   Lost as a light is lost in light。



Oh plunge me deep in loveput out

   My senses; leave me deaf and blind;

Swept by the tempest of your love;

   A taper in a rushing wind。









PIERROT'S SONG



(For a picture by Dugald Walker)



LADY; light in the east hangs low;

   Draw your veils of dream apart;

Under the casement stands Pierrot

   Making a song to ease his heart。

(Yet do not break the song too soon

   I love to sing in the paling moon。)



The petals are falling; heavy with dew;

   The stars have fainted out of the sky;

Come to me; come; or else I too;

   Faint with the weight of love will die。

(She comesalas; I hoped to make

   Another stanza for her sake!)









NIGHT IN ARIZONA



THE moon is a charring ember

   Dying into the dark;



Off in the crouching mountains

      Coyotes bark。



The stars are heavy in heaven;

   Too great for the sky to hold

What if they fell and shattered

      The earth with gold?



No lights are over the mesa;

   The wind is hard and wild;

I stand at the darkened window

      And cry like a child。









DUSK IN WAR TIME



A HALF…HOUR more and you will lean

   To gather me close in the old sweet way

But oh; to the woman over the sea

   Who will come at the close of day?



A half…hour more and I will hear

   The key in the latch and the strong quick tread

But oh; the woman over the sea

   Waiting at dusk for one who is dead!









SPRING IN WAR TIME



I FEEL the Spring far off; far off;

   The faint far scent of bud and leaf

Oh how can Spring take heart to come

   To a world in grief;

      Deep grief?



The sun turns north; the days grow long;

   Later the evening star grows bright

How can the daylight linger on

   For men to fight;

      Still fight?



The grass is waking in the ground;

   Soon it will rise and blow in waves


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