Oh loveliness! why do you torture so
With such keen beauty till the day appears?
Why touch to life things buried long ago,
Whose aching cries trouble the heart to tears;
Ghostly--like wind tossed sea gulls calling low
Out of the poignant vistas of the years?
PHANTOMS
Ghost of a mountain
And ghost of a moon;
Night birds sink droopingly
Over the dune
Clouds drifting hazily
Stars blurring through;
Darkness come close to me--
Darkness and you.
Mist on the water
And mist in the sky;
Netted with silver
The waves ripple by.
_Ghost of a solitude_
_Lit with dead stars._
_You have your memories_
_I have my bars!_
SEVEN LITTLE SPARROWS
Beyond the deep-cut window
The bars are heaped with snow,
And seven little sparrows
Are sitting in a row.
Fluffy blur of snowflakes;
Dappled haze of light;
The narrow prison vista
Is all awhirl with white.
Seven little sparrows
Ruffled brown and grey
Snuggled close against the bars--
And this is Christmas day!
SALAAM!
Serene, complacent, satisfied,
Content with things that be;
The paragon of paltriness
Upraised for all to see;
With loving pride he cherishes
His mediocrity!
The smirking, ass-like multitudes
Cringe down at his command.
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