New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-10-21
dedicated to Katharine Tynan)
(From The English Reuiew)


l tiptoed gently up and stopped
Above her topped and shining :resses,
And asked her Of her kin and name,
And why she came from fairy places.
she told me of a sunny coast
Beyond the most adventurous sailor,
Where she had spent a thousand years
Out of the fears that now assail her.
And there, she told me- honey drops
Out of the tops of ash and willow,
And in the mellow shadow Sleep
Doth sweetly keep her poppy pillow.
Nor Autumn with her brown line marks
The time of arks, the length OF roses,
But song-time there is over never
Nor fower-time ever, ever closes.
And by the lakes the skies are white,
Oh, the delightD when swans are coming,
Among the flowers sweet ioy-bells peal
And quick bees wheel in drowsy humming.
The squirrel leaves her dusty house
And in the boughs makes fearless gambol,
And, falling down on fre-drops, red,
The fruit j. shed from every bramble.
Then, gathered all about the trees
Glad galaxies of youth are dancing,
Treading the perfume of the flowers,
Filling the hours with may giancing.
And when the dance is done, the trees
Are left to Peace and the brown woodpeckcr,
And On the western slopes of sky
The days blue eye begins to flicker.
But at the signing of the leaves,
When all earth grieves for lights departed,
An ancient and sad desire
Steals in to tire the human hearted.
No fairy aid can save them now
Nor turn their prov upon the ocean,
The hundred years that missed each heart
Above them start their wheels in motion.
And so our loves are lost she sighed,
And far and wide we seek new treasure,
For who on Time or Tmeess hills
Can live the ills of loveless leisure?
("Fairer than Usna's youngest son,
q, my poor one. what fowerbed holds you
Or, wrecked upon the shores of home,
What wave of foam with white cnfods you
"You rode with kings on hills Of green,
And lovely queens have served you banquet,
Sweet wine from berries bruised hey brought
And shyly sought the lips which drank it.
but in your dim grave Of the sea
There shall not be friend to love YOU
And ever needless of your loss
The earth ships cross the storms above you.
"And still the chase goes on, and still
The wine shall spill, and vacant places
Be given over to the new
As love untrue keeps changing faces.
and | must wander with my song
Far from the young till Love returning,
Brings me the beautiful reward
OF some heart stirred by my long yearningD
Friend. have you heard bird lament
When sleet is sent for April weather?
As beautiful she told her grief,
As down through leaf and flower ] led her.
And friend could | remain uns'irred
Without word for such a sorrow?
say, can the lark forget the cloud
Wnen DOpples snTOuu Tue sccHci iuliV" :
Like poor widow whose late grief
Seeks for relief in lonely byeways,
The moon. companionless and dim,
Took her dull rim through starless highways.
| was too weak with dreams TO feel
Enchantment steal with guilt upon me,
She slipped, a flower upon the wind,
haI
From hill to hill, from land to land,
Her lovely hand is reckoning for me.
follow on through dangerous zones,
Cross dead mems bones and oceans stormy.
Some day ! know she'll wait at last
and lock me fast in white embraces,
And down mysterious ways of love
We two shall move to fairy places.
Belgium, July, 1917.