The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

BOO TO BUDDHA! So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh young faces that once clove In that most fiery dawn of love. We wandered to and fro, Who knew not how to woo, Those eighteen years ago, Sweetheart, when I and you Exchanged high vows in heaven's sight That scarce survived a summer's night. What scourge smote from the stars? What madness from the moon? That night we broke the bars Was quintessential June, When you and I beneath the trees Bartered our bold virginities. Eighteen—years, months, or hours? Time is a tyrant’s toy! Eternal are the flowers! We are but girl and boy Yet—since love leapt as swift to-night As it had never left the light! 201