If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days,
When you burst sun-like thro' the haze Of unacquaintance, on my sight,
And made the wet, gray day seem bright While clouds themselves grew fair to see
And since, no day i...
If I could write
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make
If I could speak words of water,
I pronounce your nameon dark nights, when the stars come to drink on the moon and sleep in tufts of hidden fronds
And I feel myself hollow of passion and music
Crazy clock that sings dead ancient hours
I pronounce your name, in this...
In making bodies Love could not
Itself, or art, unless it made them less
O what a monster had in man been seen,
Had every thumb or toe a mountain been
Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If he could know my songs are all for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening glow,
Would he not smile and think it but a whim,
If he could know
My love, my love, if you could come once
From your high place,
I would not question you for heavenly lore,
But, silent, take the comfort of your face
If hands could free you, heart, Where would you fly
Far, beyond every
Of earth this running
Makes desolate
They could not tell me who should be my lord,
But I could read from every word they said The common thought:
Perhaps that lord was dead,
And only a story now and a wandering word