Irradiations II

Gaunt sails--bronze boats of the evening-- Float along the river where aloft Like dim swans the clouds die Softly.

I am afraid to traverse the long still streets of evening; For I fear to see the ghosts that stare at me From the shadows. I will stay indoors instead and await my wandering dream.

She is about me, fluid yet, and formless; The wind in her hair whispers like dim violins: And the faint glint of her eyes shifts like a sudden movement Over the surface of a dark pool.

She comes to me slowly down the lost streets of the evening, And their immutable silence is in her feet. Let no lamps flare--be still, my heart--hands, stay: For I would touch the lips of my new love with my lips.