There in the thickening dark a wind-bent tree above me

Loosed its last leaves in flight—

I saw you sink and vanish, pitiless Arcturus,

You will not stay to share our lengthening night.

I Could Snatch a Day

I could snatch a day out of the late autumn

And set it trembling like forgotten springs,

There would be sharp blue skies with new leaves shining

And flying shadows cast by flying wings.

I could take the heavy wheel of the world and break it,