I SAW the woodlight gleam Upon her arm As playfully toward the sluggard stream She let a leaf fall down, A light leaf small and brown; Oh, then it seemed my heart rang With alarm; Spears leaped; I heard gyves clang Down the dark corridors of dream. I saw the dusk embrace her body of light As she stepped down the stones with timid grace And swam beside her leaf. O beautiful! O my grief! Now haunted of her comeliness Day and night I feel her white feet press Upon my burning face. |