POEMS
True love! and smiling, swallowed with the words
A stream of whetted waves that, listening, stirred
And entered whence the lovely words they heard,
Like mouth-flown birds.
The lady fair and brighter far, now sad,
Watched the slow sinking of a knight gone mad,
And saw translucently the minnowed shad
Lick at her lad.
So soft the pillowed stones beneath her love,
So perfect the small fish that swam above,
So like white fowls the pebbles seemed, bw doves;
She fairly loved.
Cried to moon, love! but there remaining stood;
Cried to sea, love! but waters were as wood.
Wept a tear, woe! but could not make her blood
Do what it should.
0 cursed by gravity of life in her,
Her lifted arms but toppled where they were.
Against the cosmic tedium no spur
Could waken her.
And yet her sir lay in
his
white repose,
Weighted against the worlds through which she rose,
An upright scar, imbibing with her throes
Oxygen foes.
Blandishing will, her only tool in this,
She vowed to rest assured upon his kiss,
To match the smile that pebbled from his bliss,
Wished his damp kiss.
The waters in a "snowy drift of small
Uttering blossoms, flowed beneath her pall,
Beguiling triumph and inciting fall;
She leapt into its wall.
For wooden-willed, the moment that she sprang,
The waves that heretofore with babbling rang,
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