Then we drove over rolling moorlands
Where fleeted along each slope
The eeriest, softest colors,
Fawn, daffodil, heliotrope.
Where fleeted along each slope
The eeriest, softest colors,
Fawn, daffodil, heliotrope.
And the sky that waited the bashful
Girl-moon and her bridesmaid star
Was a clearer pink than the petals
Of the swamp hibiscus are.
Girl-moon and her bridesmaid star
Was a clearer pink than the petals
Of the swamp hibiscus are.
How broad and sheeny and waveless
The ocean lay in our view,
Faint tints of nacre and beryl
And of pale rose-jacinth too.
The ocean lay in our view,
Faint tints of nacre and beryl
And of pale rose-jacinth too.
And the little town that patterned
So clear on the distant sky
With the windmill sails outspreading
Like the wings of a dragon-fly.
So clear on the distant sky
With the windmill sails outspreading
Like the wings of a dragon-fly.
And we dared not laugh or whisper
Lest a word should be the death
Of the fragile wonder that held us
As frost holds a passing breath.
Lest a word should be the death
Of the fragile wonder that held us
As frost holds a passing breath.
—But do you remember, Kathie,
How suddenly on our right
A great owl soared from the bushes
Ghost-grey in the waning light?
How suddenly on our right
A great owl soared from the bushes
Ghost-grey in the waning light?
PSYCHE'S SLEEPING
Psyche's sleeping—
For an hour lying still
With her dark hair at the will
For an hour lying still
With her dark hair at the will
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