Jewels

If I should see your eyes again,

I know how far their look would go —Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow.

Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and

The head that lay against your knees In the leaf shadow's amethyst.

And still another shining place We would remember — how the

Wild mountain held us on its crest One diamond morning white with sun.

But I will turn my eyes from you As women turn to put

The jewels they have worn at night And cannot wear in sober day.