I walked the night
Remembering
The ache of you...the April-fire
That glowed around my loneliness,
That danced in crimsoned happiness...
My heart had lived some age ago -
I know not when -
Some time when cold grey moonlight shone
With silver spears
On swept-wind moors
Leaping back with aching joy
Into the ebon bowl of night...
A dead-dust shrivelled breeze blew out
On hoping soured -
The last dry heat of summer burned
And shattered through
The living shadow
Of a dream I died for once,
Before my love sought loving...
I lost earth-joy hours ago.
I walked alone all night.
(1960)
