AND you will stand in the remembered place
And hear new winds sigh their old refrain
Of love that comes and goes its way again
And beauty that endures for a space.
Over the northern moors of long ago
The dying memories will slowly fade like stars,
One by one,
And in their place memories I do not know.
EMBANKMENT NOCTURNE
SWIFT dreams of variable gold converge
From those far lamps on life’s circumference
Into the egocentre of the sense.
Beneath the dreams the dead black waters surge
From hills they have forgotten to the sea,
The distant, unseen, legendary sea.
So be it! Let sun and stars, future and past,
Circle around my solitary pleasure!
Let all created beauty find its measure
In demiurgic self! Yet, at the last,
Now do I fear lest circle and centre go
Together down that silent underflow.
