One Dawn She Woke Me----

One dawn she woke me when the darkness lay Faint on the Summer fields. The air Was like a question. Green was grey With dew distilled in delitesence where Covert, the night-folk wrought. She said: “Dear one, It is our holiday.” Forth we went Finding new kindred, new bequest of sun, Inheriting again the firmament.

Long ago ... The old years lie upon her grave like flowers. The alchemy of hours Has made me someone whom she would not know. How strangely that frail morning lives and towers When I am other and when she lies low.