O Sadness peering divinely
From out the eyes of age,
Be strong in your belief of good.
To youth—still be the sage.
For soon enough,
Too soon enough,
The saddest light in doubt,
Flickers, flutters, flickers,
And finally goes out.
MORPHIA
I am The Ingrate Morphia,
You hold the brimming cup of your Life
To me, athirst am I,
And drink my fill
Of strength, until
The cup is drained dry.
Then, satisfied, I care no more.
The cup, I cast away,
Crunch ’neath my heel.
Its doom I seal,
As I walk on my way.
DOMINO
Passion’s cloak,
An ashy thing to wear,
Covering the shroud of love
That once was fair.
What gruesome imagery
Does this convey to me.
Grim death—itself no ghastlier a thing than this
Could ever be.
THE SPHINX
(To B. H.)
O Sphinx—a monument to man!
Built by his hands of clay,
You symbolize the power of might
Used in an earthy way.
Yesteryear, you stood for man’s symbolic strength sublime,
Today, you all but buried are
Beneath the sands of time.
O Wondrous mountain—living Sphinx!
Built by the hand of God,
You symbolize the power of Love
Used with the lowly sod.
Yesteryear, a symbol of divinity sublime,
Today, you lift your rugged head
Untouched by hands of time.