DISILLUSION by PHOEBE SMITH

I thought your love would clothe me
In an iridescent garment,
That in shining golden sandals
I should run across the sands.
I thought your love would fill me
With the melody of laughter,
With the sweet and holy music
Of a harp swung in the wind.

But love has fled and left me
In a tangled maze of thorn bush,
Clad in faded, tattered garments
Flapped grotesquely by the wind;
It has taken all the joyousness
Of music, and of laughter,
It has left the raucous chorus
Of wild crows, circling, mocking,
It has left this wild, hoarse crying
Of my heart.

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