Ballade Of Eyes That See

Leaves loosened when there blow No winds; long fields whose green Dim beneath the darling bow Of the May-moon is seen; Robins at dawn; the keen Sour odour of vines--these show Frail meanings caught between The bourne of yes and no. Yet there is tender art To fathom what they mean, Deep in the heart.

I go among them. Now I lean Where willows fret the flow Of water that has been For miles to glean. And in the osiers--O An ouphe, an elfin queen. I did not see her--lo, The osiers did not part, Yet she was there I ween, Deep in the heart.

Envoy

Spells, lay upon the screen The things that move me so. I ask the better part: To see with eyes serene What things these others know---- Deep in the heart.