At early dawn the sea looked dull and gloomy, Its looking glass reflecting skies fleeced ashen white; The sun sent a ray that spread its fingers plumey And changed the silver sea to gold in amber light; The glory held me spellbound, a memory thrilled me while I saw in retrospection the sunshine of your smile. I watched at noon the busy city highway, Familiar as the skies yet ever new and strange; It seemed a hurried pulse in the heart of my day,— Such rushing here and there, just change and change and change: A day-dream caught me then with a grip too tense and strong, Your changing eyes were meeting mine in silent song. It was at dusk when lights began to glimmer, But still the sun-day world lay dim before my eyes, I stood on the bridge and watched the swans meander Among the rippling lights of buildings in disguise; And then as if completely my senses to inflame, The swans with drifting curves wove the letters of your name. |