LATER POEMS
The tones of mist and of blue mirrored hills.
A long-unheeded beauty pain distils.
Like the earth under pines is the way where her memories pass:
She sees old orchards stifled in fresh grass,
The shapes of little apple trees
Scared of the wind's gathering, on their knees;
The spires of larch rising in quiet skies;
The elm with parted stem and foliage drooping;
The mothering willow stooping
To kiss the stream;
And the companionable pine.
A long-unheeded beauty pain distils.
Like the earth under pines is the way where her memories pass:
She sees old orchards stifled in fresh grass,
The shapes of little apple trees
Scared of the wind's gathering, on their knees;
The spires of larch rising in quiet skies;
The elm with parted stem and foliage drooping;
The mothering willow stooping
To kiss the stream;
And the companionable pine.
Within the magic of the Christmas light,
She hears hushed words of love, as in the night
One hears on stones the flowing of a brook.
She hears hushed words of love, as in the night
One hears on stones the flowing of a brook.
But in the Square about the tree there's singing;
And now the winter wind her cheek is stinging;
Her aching soul can feel the heavy frost.
And now the winter wind her cheek is stinging;
Her aching soul can feel the heavy frost.
She could not live on what her craft was earning;
To satisfy the dream her youth kept burning,
And she was ignorant of what love cost.
To the blind strength of love her body shook,
To satisfy the dream her youth kept burning,
And she was ignorant of what love cost.
To the blind strength of love her body shook,
