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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
What I may not be—
A dusty masterpiece,
A mouldy biography.”