The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

A VALLEY SONG OVER the hills the shadows creep, Like dreams across the sleep of lovers ; And through their golden, satiate sleep, Singing, the Skylark hovers His lyric gold the skylark spills As over the bare, green hills he hovers ; The space betwixt love‘s breasts he fills With songs from the hearts of lovers. The shadows move across the green, Slowly, over the grass and clover, As gentle as the kiss between Love’s breasts from the lips of her lover. The hills lie bare and green and steep, And the Skylark rises over, Like the breath of love in the satiate sleep Of the lover with her lover, Oh, the hills of the scorching South, Whereover the dim, poised Skylark hoversl Oh, why is the song of the skylark’s mouth Such pain to the weary lovers ? A 2