The Golden Darkness/Ruminations

RUMINATIONS.
So,” I said, “I am feeling
What I shall always feel—
The sharp toe of a stone,
And a shadow’s heel.”

“So,” I said, “I am seeing
What I shall always see—
The snow blossoms of moonlight
Blowing on a tree.”

“So,” I said, “I am hearing
What I shall always hear—
The winds with hair of starlight
Crying wild and clear.”

“So,” I said, “I glory in
What shall always be mine—
The flowers flushing red
In the sky’s blue wine.”

“So,” I said, “I am living
What I may not be—
A dusty masterpiece,
A mouldy biography.”