Do you mind in years gone by
All my dreaming?
Spring was like a call to me
That I could not answer,
I was chained to loneliness,
I, the dancer.
Willow, twinkling in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
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All beauty calls you to me, and you seem,
To reach me. You are as the wind I breatheHere on the ship’s sun-smitten topmost deck,With only light between the heavens and me.I feel your spirit and I close my eyes,Knowing the bright hair blowing in the sun,The eager whisper and the searching eyes.Listen, I love you. Do not turn your faceNor touch me. Only…
When the long day goes by
The old wild, restless sorrowSteals from its hiding place.My day is barren and broken,Bereft of light and song,A sea beach bleak and windyThat moans the whole day long.To the empty beach at ebb tide,Bare with its rocks and scars,Come back like the sea with singing,And light of a million stars.
I said, ‘My youth is gone
That will never sway and singOr play with the wind again.’I said, ‘It is no great sorrowThat quenched my youth in me,But only little sorrowsBeating ceaselessly.’I thought my youth was gone,But you returned —Like a flame at the call of the windIt leaped and burned;Threw off its ashen cloak,And gowned anewGave itself like a brideOnce…
You bound strong sandals on my feet,
And sent me under sun and stars,For all the world was mine.Oh, take the sandals off my feet,You know not what you do;For all my world is in your arms,My sun and stars are you.
In the spring I asked the daisies
And the clever, clear-eyed daisiesAlways knew.Now the fields are brown and barren,Bitter autumn blows,And of all the stupid astersNot one knows.
Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Softly the dream grows awakening — shimmering white of a city,Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers,Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep,Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.