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.
