As midday hills give forth { luminous
of heat and haze.
FOR A FLOWER DECORATION OF
SOLDIERS' GRAVES
Unto your house, O sleepers,
Unto these graves that house you since ye died,
Unto these little rooms wherein ye sleep,
A serenade of Love who sings in flowers,
If sense more dim than thought
May pierce through the deep dream of death wherein ye lie.
In a silence embroidered with whispers of lovers,