Inamorata

The bees were holding levees in the flowers, Do you remember how each puff of wind Made every wing a hum? My hand in yours Was listening to your heart, but now The glory is all faded, and I find No more the olden mystery of the hours When you were lovely and our hearts would bow Each to the will of each, but one bright day Is stretching like an isthmus in a bay From the glad years that I have left behind.

I look across the edge of things that were And you are lovely in the April ways, Holy and mute, the sigh of my despair.... I hear once more the linnets' April tune Beyond the rainbow's warp, as in the days You brought me facefuls of your smiles to share Some of your new-found wonders.... Oh when soon I'm wandering the wide seas for other lands, Sometimes remember me with folded hands, And keep me happy in your pious prayer.