THE EQUINOX
See! With an idle rime
I slip again to the splendour,
With eyes all blinded by time,
To this thing that the gods surrender—
Ineffably sad and tender
As a girl-babe born to die
Ere she hath known the blue of the sky,
And the light that her love shall lend her.
So in an idle dream
I have slipped from the yellow-gray;
On the wings of song I have crossed the stream
To the dawn of immortal youth—
To the long-lost love-lit day
When the gods in glamour and ruth
Passed as a dream away,
In a dream that was known for the truth.
III
AMOR INTELLECTUALIS
THE soft, gray autumn’s radiant stars
Bend down, like pallid nenuphars
Over a woodland pool, and I
See night, blind night, beyond the sky:
Autumn in London, gray and gold.
Autumn in London, chaste and cold.
By woodland ways, with silent tread,
Pass, dusty dreams! dreams dim and dead
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