POVERTY
Possessing the jewels of the earth,
Holding within my grasp the sceptre of the universe,
All these would but make me more the pauper—
Were I beggared of your love.
CREMATION
(To G. S.)
I
Just a packet of letters tied with a bit of blue,
Just a packet of letters that once were sent by you
To one who proved unworthy
Of the Love inscribed within.
The tiny packet of letters, a witness of my sin.
II
Just a packet of letters, but they are not mine own.
I dare not claim one thought in them
Not even as a loan,
For to the one you thought I was
In all sincerity
You bared the secrets of your soul.
Now I send them back to thee.
III
Just a packet of letters
A monument of love.
You lie within the fireplace,
In smoke you’ll rise above
The sordidness of all deceit,
The grime of earthly thought,
Yet, in this flash of living fire,
The flame of love is caught.