That will never sway and sing
Or play with the wind again.’
I said, ‘It is no great sorrow
That quenched my youth in me,
But only little sorrows
Beating ceaselessly.’
I thought my youth was gone,
But you returned —
Like a flame at the call of the wind
It leaped and burned;
Threw off its ashen cloak,
And gowned anew
Gave itself like a bride
Once more to you.
In spite of all your tenderness,Sometimes I am not glad to live.I am alone, as though I stoodOn the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow,Above me, endless space unfurled;With earth hidden and heaven hidden,And only my own spirit’s prideTo keep me from the peace of thoseWho are not lonely, having…
The walks were carpeted with snow,But every iron gate was locked.Lest if we entered, peace would go.We circled it a dozen times,The wind was blowing from the sea,I only felt your restless eyesWhose love was like a cloak for me.Oh heavy gates that fate has lockedTo bar the joy we may not win,Peace would go…
It will awake him in the night,It will enfold him in the air.I set my shadow in his sightAnd I have winged it with desire,That it may be a cloud by dayAnd in the night a shaft of fire.
Where thro’ the long hot months the dust had lain.Was it not lonely when across the floorNo step was heard, no sudden song that boreMy whole heart upward with a joyous pain?Were not the pictures and the volumes fainTo have me with them always as before?But Giorgione’s Venus did not deignTo lift her lids, nor…
Sharp as a flash of light,My name, my name!It was your voice I heard,You waked and loved me so–I send you back this word,I know, I know!
Of the rushing, pouring sound of the seaThat the great trees made.One thought in my mind went over and overWhile the darkness shook and the leaves were thinned—I thought it was you who had come to find me,You were the wind.
