Yareth at Solomon's Tomb
At last
Your search is at an end,
King Solomon,
You, restless dreamer,
For whom each face held promise
Unfulfilled,
Whose hungry arms held many women,
(Though none could fill your need)
Who seized, but never loved,
This is your sepulchre…
I who till today
Questioned my heart
Now find it buried with you
In this tomb;
So now I can forgive you
That you never believed
My love!
Argolis
Like sun on grasses
Warming to life
Quaint beetles, curious weeds,
Till earth awakens, pregnant beneath its rays—
So came the shepherds down to Argolis.
As nameless trees
Cast cloud-grey shadows there
On moon-pale, tarnished snow,
Till snow and shadow are lost,
Alike confused and forgotten
Among the withered reeds—
So lies their memory across its heart.
St. Faith's Eve
We stood together on a balcony
An hour when the night
Died into blankness,
And light mist
Curling beneath us, hid the earth,
And the cold, unburied stars
Drew further into space…