An Autumn Love Cycle/Le Soir
Le Soir
Mute-lipped—
Mute-lipped— unquestioning grim-visaged Fate,
I cleave the shadows toward the Western Gate;
And yet—
Mute-lipped— my lagging heart still holds
Mute-arms outstretched
Unto earth's gleaming folds.
Mute-lipped— unquestioning grim-visaged Fate,
I cleave the shadows toward the Western Gate;
And yet—
Mute-lipped— my lagging heart still holds
Mute-arms outstretched
Unto earth's gleaming folds.
Who knows?
Mute-lipped— perhaps Hope's blossoms spray
In lush profusion
O'er the edge of day!
Mute-lipped— perhaps Hope's blossoms spray
In lush profusion
O'er the edge of day!