TO EVE
BECAUSE I knew you fickle as the flame
And sweet as music irresponsible,
Because I knew no walls could tame
Your vagrancy within their certain shell,
I raised for you a palace on a hill
Where all the spirits generous and free
Might drift at their unchidden will,
Or tarry to salute you carelessly.
A windy palace most fantastical,
Whose halls stood full of light and resonance,
Where slender fountains lyrical
Spilled water like a stream of bright romance,
And, high above the many spires, I hung
A company of bells; with wanton hands
The happy wind shook out and swung
Their dimpling music over level lands.