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Title: Dark of the Moon

Author: Sara Teasdale

Release date: January 24, 2023 [eBook #69866]

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Language: English

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DARK

OF

THE

MOON

BOOKS BY SARA TEASDALE

- SONNETS TO DUSE (out of print)

- HELEN OF TROY AND OTHER POEMS

- RIVERS TO THE SEA

- LOVE SONGS

- FLAME AND SHADOW

ANTHOLOGIES:

- THE ANSWERING VOICE: ONE HUNDRED LOVE LYRICS BY WOMEN

- RAINBOW GOLD: POEMS OLD AND NEW, SELECTED FOR BOYS AND GIRLS

DARK OF THE MOON

BY

SARA TEASDALE

NEW YORK

THE MACMILLAN COMPANY

1926

Copyright, 1921, by Harper Brothers, Charles Scribner’s Sons, The Century Company, Harcourt Brace and Company, George H. Doran Company, The New Republic, Inc., and The Yale Publishing Association.

Copyright, 1922, by The Century Company, Harcourt Brace and Company, Vanity Fair Publishing Company, Inc., and George H. Doran Company.

Copyright, 1923, by Charles Scribner’s Sons, The Century Company, The New Republic, Inc., Gene Derwood and The Atlantic Monthly Company.

Copyright, 1924, by The Dial Publishing Company, Inc., The Century Company, George H. Doran Co., and Harriet Monroe.

Copyright, 1925, by Harcourt Brace and Company, and The Yale Publishing Association.

Copyright, 1926, by The Atlantic Monthly Company, The Yale Publishing Association, The New Republic, Inc., The Saturday Review Co., Inc., Charles Scribner’s Sons, and The New York Herald-Tribune, Inc.

COPYRIGHT, 1926,

BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.

to E.

T hanks are due to the editors of Scribner’s Magazine, The New Republic, The Yale Review, Poetry, The Dial, The Atlantic Monthly, The London Mercury and other publications for their permission to reprint certain of the following poems.

For permission to set any of the poems to music, application should be made to the author.

Contents

I

THERE WILL BE STARS

PAGE

ON THE SUSSEX DOWNS

15

AUGUST NIGHT

16

TWO MINDS

17

WORDS FOR AN OLD AIR

18

MOUNTAIN WATER

19

AT TINTAGIL

20

“THERE WILL BE STARS”

21

II

PICTURES OF AUTUMN

AUTUMN

25

SEPTEMBER DAY

26

FONTAINEBLEAU

27

LATE OCTOBER

28

III

SAND DRIFT

“BEAUTIFUL, PROUD SEA”

31

LAND’S END

32

SAND DRIFT

33

BLUE STARGRASS

34

SEPTEMBER NIGHT

35

LOW TIDE

36

IV

PORTRAITS

EFFIGY OF A NUN

39

THOSE WHO LOVE

41

EPITAPH

42

APPRAISAL

43

THE WISE WOMAN

44

“SHE WHO COULD BIND YOU”

45

“SO THIS WAS ALL”

46

V

MIDSUMMER NIGHTS

TWILIGHT

49

FULL MOON

50

THE FOUNTAIN

51

CLEAR EVENING

52

NOT BY THE SEA

53

MIDSUMMER NIGHT

54

VI

THE CRYSTAL GAZER

THE CRYSTAL GAZER

57

THE SOLITARY

58

DAY’S ENDING

59

A REPLY

60

LEISURE

61

“I SHALL LIVE TO BE OLD”

62

WISDOM

63

THE OLD ENEMY

64

VII

BERKSHIRE NOTES

WINTER SUN

67

A DECEMBER DAY

68

FEBRUARY TWILIGHT

69

“I HAVE SEEN THE SPRING”

70

WIND ELEGY

71

IN THE WOOD

72

AUTUMN DUSK

73

VIII

ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN

ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN

77

“I COULD SNATCH A DAY”

78

AN END

79

FOREKNOWN

80

WINTER

81

WINTER NIGHT SONG

82

NEVER AGAIN

83

THE TUNE

84

IX

THE FLIGHT

THE BELOVED

87

“WHEN I AM NOT WITH YOU”

88

DEDICATION

89

ON A MARCH DAY

90

LET IT BE YOU

91

THE FLIGHT

92

I

THERE

WILL

BE

STARS

On the Sussex Downs

OVER the downs there were birds flying,

Far off glittered the sea,

And toward the north the weald of Sussex

Lay like a kingdom under me.

I was happier than the larks

That nest on the downs and sing to the sky,

Over the downs the birds flying

Were not so happy as I.

It was not you, though you were near,

Though you were good to hear and see,

It was not earth, it was not heaven

It was myself that sang in me.

August Night

ON a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars,

In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,

You led down a path whose turnings you knew in the darkness,

But the scent of the dew-dripping cedars was all that I knew.

I drank of the darkness, I was fed with the honey of fragrance,

I was glad of my life, the drawing of breath was sweet;

I heard your voice, you said, “Look down, see the glow-worm!”

It was there before me, a small star white at my feet.

We watched while it brightened as though it were breathed on and burning,

This tiny creature moving over earth’s floor—

“‘L’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle,’”

You said, and no more.

Two Minds

YOUR mind and mine are such great lovers they

Have freed themselves from cautious human clay,

And on wild clouds of thought, naked together

They ride above us in extreme delight;

We see them, we look up with a lone envy

And watch them in their zone of crystal weather

That changes not for winter or the night.

Words for An Old Air

YOUR heart is bound tightly, let

Beauty beware,

It is not hers to set

Free from the snare.

Tell her a bleeding hand

Bound it and tied it,

Tell her the knot will stand

Though she deride it;

One who withheld so long

All that you yearned to take,

Has made a snare too strong

For Beauty’s self to break.

Mountain Water

YOU have taken a drink from a wild fountain

Early in the year;

There is nowhere to go from the top of a mountain

But down, my dear;

And the springs that flow on the floor of the valley

Will never seem fresh or clear

For thinking of the glitter of the mountain water

In the feathery green of the year.

At Tintagil

ISEULT, Iseult, by the long waterways

Watching the wintry moon, white as a flower,

I have remembered how once in Tintagil

You heard the tread of Time hour after hour.

By casements hung with night, while all your women slept

You turned toward Brittany, awake, alone,

In the high chamber hushed, save where the candle dripped

With the slow patient sound of blood on stone.

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you,

And all the tragic tunes that love can play,

Yet with no woman born would you have changed your lot,

Though there were greater queens who had been gay.

“There Will Be Stars”

THERE will be stars over the place forever;

Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost,

Every time the earth circles her orbit

On the night the autumn equinox is crossed,

Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight

Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep;

There will be stars over the place forever,

There will be stars forever, while we sleep.

II

PICTURES

OF

AUTUMN

Autumn

(Parc Monceau)

I SHALL remember only these leaves falling

Small and incessant in the still air,

Yellow leaves on the dark green water resting

And the marble Venus there—

Is she pointing to her breasts or trying to hide them?

There is no god to care.

The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn water

And its reflection seems

Lost in the mass of leaves and unavailing

As a dream lost among dreams;

The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn water

A dream lost among dreams.

September Day

(Pont de Neuilly)

THE Seine flows out of the mist

And into the mist again;

The trees lean over the water,

The small leaves fall like rain.

The leaves fall patiently,

Nothing remembers or grieves;

The river takes to the sea

The yellow drift of the leaves.

Milky and cold is the air,

The leaves float with the stream,

The river comes out of a sleep

And goes away in a dream.

Fontainebleau

INTERMINABLE palaces front on the green parterres,

And ghosts of ladies lovely and immoral

Glide down the gilded stairs,

The high cold corridors are clicking with the heel taps

That long ago were theirs.

But in the sunshine, in the vague autumn sunshine,

The geometric gardens are desolately gay;

The crimson and scarlet and rose-red dahlias

Are painted like the ladies who used to pass this way

With a ringletted monarch, a Henry or a Louis

On a lost October day.

The aisles of the garden lead into the forest,

The aisles lead into autumn, a damp wind grieves,

Ghostly kings are hunting, the boar breaks cover,

But the sounds of horse and horn are hushed in falling leaves,

Four centuries of autumns, four centuries of leaves.

Late October

(Bois de Boulogne)

LISTEN, the damp leaves on the walks are blowing

With a ghost of sound;

Is it a fog or is it a rain dripping

From the low trees to the ground?

If I had gone before, I could have remembered

Lilacs and green after-noons of May;

I chose to wait, I chose to hear from autumn

Whatever she has to say.

III

SAND

DRIFT

“Beautiful, Proud Sea”

CARELESS forever, beautiful proud sea,

You laugh in happy thunder all alone,

You fold upon yourself, you dance your dance

Impartially on drift-weed, sand or stone.

You make us believe that we can outlive death,

You make us for an instant, for your sake,

Burn, like stretched silver of a wave,

Not breaking, but about to break.

Land’s End

THE shores of the world are ours, the solitary

Beaches that bear no fruit, nor any flowers,

Only the harsh sea-grass that the wind harries

Hours on unbroken hours.

No one will envy us these empty reaches

At the world’s end, and none will care that we

Leave our lost footprints where the sand forever

Takes the unchanging passion of the sea.

Sand Drift

I THOUGHT I should not walk these dunes again,

Nor feel the sting of this wind-bitten sand,

Where the coarse grasses always blow one way,

Bent, as my thoughts are, by an unseen hand.

I have returned; where the last wave rushed up

The wet sand is a mirror for the sky

A bright blue instant, and along its sheen

The nimble sandpipers run twinkling by.

Nothing has changed; with the same hollow thunder

The waves die in their everlasting snow—

Only the place we sat is drifted over,

Lost in the blowing sand, long, long ago.

Blue Stargrass

IF we took the old path

In the old field

The same gate would stand there

That will never yield.

Where the sun warmed us

With a cloak made of gold,

The rain would be falling

And the wind would be cold;

And we would stop to search

In the wind and the rain,

But we would not find the stargrass

By the path again.

September Night

WE walked in the dew, in the drowsy starlight

To the sleepless, sleepy sound

Of insects singing in the low sea-meadows

For miles and miles around;

With a wheel and a whirr the resistless rhythm

Trembled incessantly;

Antares was red in the sky before us,

And behind us, the blackness of the sea.

Low Tide

THE birds are gathering over the dunes,

Swerving and wheeling in shifting flight,

A thousand wings sweep darkly by

Over the dunes and out of sight.

Why did you bring me down to the sea

With the gathering birds and the fish-hawk flying,

The tide is low and the wind is hard,

Nothing is left but the old year dying.

I wish I were one of the gathering birds,

Two sharp black wings would be good for me—

When nothing is left but the old year dying,

Why did you bring me down to the sea?

IV

PORTRAITS

Effigy of a Nun

(Sixteenth Century)

INFINITE gentleness, infinite irony

Are in this face with fast-sealed eyes,

And round this mouth that learned in loneliness

How useless their wisdom is to the wise.

In her nun’s habit carved, patiently, lovingly,

By one who knew the ways of womankind,

This woman’s face still keeps, in its cold wistful calm,

All of the subtle pride of her mind.

These long patrician hands, clasping the crucifix,

Show she had weighed the world, her will was set;

These pale curved lips of hers, holding their hidden smile,

Once having made their choice, knew no regret.

She was of those who hoard their own thoughts carefully,

Feeling them far too dear to give away,

Content to look at life with the high, insolent

Air of an audience watching a play.

If she was curious, if she was passionate

She must have told herself that love was great,

But that the lacking it might be as great a thing

If she held fast to it, challenging fate.

She who so loved herself and her own warring thoughts,

Watching their humorous, tragic rebound,

In her thick habit’s fold, sleeping, sleeping,

Is she amused at dreams she has found?

Infinite tenderness, infinite irony

Are hidden forever in her closed eyes,

Who must have learned too well in her long loneliness

How empty wisdom is, even to the wise.

Those Who Love

THOSE who love the most,

Do not talk of their love,

Francesca, Guinevere,

Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise,

In the fragrant gardens of heaven

Are silent, or speak if at all

Of fragile, inconsequent things.

And a woman I used to know

Who loved one man from her youth,

Against the strength of the fates

Fighting in somber pride,

Never spoke of this thing,

But hearing his name by chance,

A light would pass over her face.

Epitaph

SERENE descent, as a red leaf’s descending

When there is neither wind nor noise of rain,

But only autumn air and the unending

Drawing of all things to the earth again:

So be it; let the snow sift deep and cover

All that was drunken once with light and air;

The earth will not regret her tireless lover,

Nor he awake to know she does not care.

Appraisal

NEVER think she loves him wholly,

Never believe her love is blind,

All his faults are locked securely

In a closet of her mind;

All his indecisions folded

Like old flags that time has faded,

Limp and streaked with rain,

And his cautiousness like garments

Frayed and thin, with many a stain—

Let them be, oh let them be,

There is treasure to outweigh them,

His proud will that sharply stirred,

Climbs as surely as the tide,

Senses strained too taut to sleep,

Gentleness to beast and bird,

Humor flickering hushed and wide

As the moon on moving water,

And a tenderness too deep

To be gathered in a word.

The Wise Woman

SHE must be rich who can forego

An hour so jewelled with delight,

She must have treasuries of joy

That she can draw on day and night,

She must be very sure of heaven—

Or is it only that she feels

How much more safe it is to lack

A thing that time so often steals.

“She Who Could Bind You”

SHE who could bind you

Could bind fire to a wall;

She who could hold you

Could hold a waterfall;

She who could keep you

Could keep the wind from blowing

On a warm spring night

With a low moon glowing.

“So This Was All”

SO this was all there was to the great play

She came so far to act in, this was all—

Except the short last scene and the slow fall

Of the final curtain, that might catch half-way,

As final curtains do, and leave the grey

Lorn end of things too long exposed. The hall

Clapped faintly, and she took her curtain call,

Knowing how little she had left to say.

And in the pause before the last act started,

Slowly unpinning the roses she had worn,

She reconsidered lines that had been said,

And found them hardly worthy the high-hearted

Ardor that she had brought, nor the bright, torn,

Roses that shattered round her, dripping red.

V

MIDSUMMER

NIGHTS

Twilight

(Nahant)

THERE was an evening when the sky was clear,

Ineffably translucent in its blue;

The tide was falling and the sea withdrew

In hushed and happy music from the sheer

Shadowy granite of the cliffs; and fear

Of what life may be, and what death can do,

Fell from us like steel armor, and we knew

The wisdom of the Law that holds us here.

It was as though we saw the Secret Will,

It was as though we floated and were free;

In the south-west a planet shone serenely,

And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,

Seeing the earth had darkened and grown still,

Misted with light the meadows of the sea.

Full Moon

(Santa Barbara)

I LISTENED, there was not a sound to hear

In the great rain of moonlight pouring down,

The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,

And a light mist of silver lulled the town.

I saw far off the grey Pacific bearing

A broad white disk of flame,

And on the garden-walk a snail beside me

Tracing in crystal the slow way he came.

The Fountain

FOUNTAIN, fountain, what do you say

Singing at night alone?

“It is enough to rise and fall

Here in my basin of stone.”

But are you content as you seem to be

So near the freedom and rush of the sea?

“I have listened all night to its laboring sound,

It heaves and sags, as the moon runs round;

Ocean and fountain, shadow and tree,

Nothing escapes, nothing is free.”

Clear Evening

THE crescent moon is large enough to linger

A little while after the twilight goes,

This moist midsummer night the garden perfumes

Are earth and apple, dewy pine and rose.

Over my head four new-cut stars are glinting

And the inevitable night draws on;

I am alone, the old terror takes me,

Evenings will come like this when I am gone;

Evenings on evenings, years on years forever—

Be taut, my spirit, close upon and keep

The scent, the brooding chill, the gliding fire-fly,

A poem learned before I fall asleep.

Not by the Sea

NOT by the sea, but somewhere in the hills,

Not by the sea, but in the uplands surely

There must be rest where a dim pool demurely

Watches all night the stern slow-moving skies;

Not by the sea, that never was appeased,

Not by the sea, whose immemorial longing

Shames the tired earth where even longing dies,

Not by the sea that bore Iseult and Helen,

But in a dark green hollow of the hills

There must be sleep, even for sleepless eyes.

Midsummer Night

MIDSUMMER night without a moon, but the stars

In a serene bright multitude were there,

Even the shyest ones, even the faint motes shining

Low in the north, under the Little Bear.

When I have said, “This tragic farce I play in

Has neither dignity, delight nor end,”

The holy night draws all its stars around me,

I am ashamed, I have betrayed my Friend.

VI

THE

CRYSTAL

GAZER

The Crystal Gazer

I SHALL gather myself into myself again,

I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,

Fusing them into a polished crystal ball

Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.

I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,

Watching the future come and the present go,

And the little shifting pictures of people rushing

In restless self-importance to and fro.

The Solitary

MY heart has grown rich with the passing of years,

I have less need now than when I was young

To share myself with every comer

Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.

It is one to me that they come or go

If I have myself and the drive of my will,

And strength to climb on a summer night

And watch the stars swarm over the hill.

Let them think I love them more than I do,

Let them think I care, though I go alone;

If it lifts their pride, what is it to me

Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone.

Day’s Ending

(Tucson)

ALOOF as aged kings,

Wearing like them the purple,

The mountains ring the mesa

Crowned with a dusky light;

Many a time I watched

That coming-on of darkness

Till stars burned through the heavens

Intolerably bright.

It was not long I lived there

But I became a woman

Under those vehement stars.

For it was there I heard

For the first time my spirit

Forging an iron rule for me,

As though with slow cold hammers

Beating out word by word:

“Only yourself can heal you,

Only yourself can lead you,

The road is heavy going

And ends where no man knows;

Take love when love is given,

But never think to find it

A sure escape from sorrow

Or a complete repose.”

A Reply

FOUR people knew the very me,

Four is enough, so let it be;

For the rest I make no chart,

There are no highroads to my heart;

The gates are locked, they will not stir

For any ardent traveller.

I have not been misunderstood,

And on the whole, I think life good—

So waste no sympathy on me

Or any well-meant gallantry;

I have enough to do to muse

On memories I would not lose.

Leisure

IF I should make no poems any more

There would be rest at least, so let it be;

Time to read books in other tongues and listen

To the long mellow thunder of the sea.

The year will turn for me, I shall delight in

All animals, and some of my own kind,

Sharing with no one but myself the frosty

And half ironic musings of my mind.

“I Shall Live to be Old”

I SHALL live to be old, who feared I should die young,

I shall live to be old,

I shall cling to life as the leaves to the creaking oak

In the rustle of falling snow and the cold.

The other trees let loose their leaves on the air

In their russet and red,

I have lived long enough to wonder which is the best,

And to envy sometimes the way of the early dead.

Wisdom

IT was a night of early spring,

The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;

Around us shadows and the wind

Listened for what was never spoken.

Though half a score of years are gone,

Spring comes as sharply now as then—

But if we had it all to do

It would be done the same again.

It was a spring that never came,

But we have lived enough to know

What we have never had, remains;

It is the things we have that go.

The Old Enemy

REBELLION against death, the old rebellion

Is over; I have nothing left to fight;

Battles have always had their meed of music

But peace is quiet as a windless night.

Therefore I make no songs—I have grown certain

Save when he comes too late, death is a friend,

A shepherd leading home his flock serenely

Under the planet at the evening’s end.

VII

BERKSHIRE

NOTES

Winter Sun

(Lenox)

THERE was a bush with scarlet berries

And there were hemlocks heaped with snow;

With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches

They took the wind and let it go.

The hills were shining in their samite,

Fold after fold they flowed away—

“Let come what may,” your eyes were saying,

“At least we two have had to-day.”

A December Day

DAWN turned on her purple pillow

And late, late came the winter day,

Snow was curved to the boughs of the willow,

The sunless world was white and grey.

At noon we heard a blue-jay scolding,

At five the last thin light was lost

From snow-banked windows faintly holding

The feathery filigree of frost.

February Twilight

I STOOD beside a hill

Smooth with new-laid snow,

A single star looked out

From the cold evening glow.

There was no other creature

That saw what I could see—

I stood and watched the evening star

As long as it watched me.

“I Have Seen the Spring”

NOTHING is new, I have seen the spring too often;

There have been other plum-trees white as this one

Like a silvery cloud tethered beside the road,

I have been waked from sleep too many times

By birds at dawn boasting their love is beautiful.

The grass-blades gleam in the wind, nothing is changed.

Nothing is lost, it is all as it used to be,

Unopened lilacs are still as deep a purple,

The boughs of the elm are dancing still in a veil of tiny leaves,

Nothing is lost but a few years from my life.

Wind Elegy

(W. E. W.)

ONLY the wind knows he is gone,

Only the wind grieves,

The sun shines, the fields are sown,

Sparrows mate in the eaves;

But I heard the wind in the pines he planted

And the hemlocks overhead,

“His acres wake, for the year turns,

But he is asleep,” it said.

In the Wood

I HEARD the water-fall rejoice

Singing like a choir,

I saw the sun flash out of it

Azure and amber fire.

The earth was like an open flower

Enamelled and arrayed,

The path I took to find its heart

Fluttered with sun and shade.

And while earth lured me, gently, gently,

Happy and all alone,

Suddenly a heavy snake

Reared black upon a stone.

Autumn Dusk

I SAW above a sea of hills

A solitary planet shine,

And there was no one near or far

To keep the world from being mine.

VIII

ARCTURUS

IN

AUTUMN

Arcturus in Autumn

WHEN, in the gold October dusk, I saw you near to setting,

Arcturus, bringer of spring,

Lord of the summer nights, leaving us now in autumn,

Having no pity on our withering;

Oh then I knew at last that my own autumn was upon me,

I felt it in my blood,

Restless as dwindling streams that still remember

The music of their flood.

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,

But we sit brooding while the ashes fall,

Cowering over an old fire that dwindles,

Waiting for nothing at all.

An End

I HAVE no heart for any other joy,

The drenched September day turns to depart,

And I have said good-bye to what I love;

With my own will I vanquished my own heart.

On the long wind I hear the winter coming,

The window panes are cold and blind with rain;

With my own will I turned the summer from me

And summer will not come to me again.

Foreknown

THEY brought me with a secret glee

The news I knew before they spoke,

And though they hoped to see me riven,

They found me light as dry leaves driven

Before the storm that splits an oak.

For I had learned from many an autumn

The way a leaf can drift and go,

Lightly, lightly, almost gay

Taking the unreturning way

To mix with winter and the snow.

Winter

I SHALL have winter now and lessening days,

Lit by a smoky sun with slanting rays,

And after falling leaves, the first determined frost.

The colors of the world will all be lost.

So be it; the faint buzzing of the snow

Will fill the empty boughs,

And after sleet storms I shall wake to see

A glittering glassy plume of every tree.

Nothing shall tempt me from my fire-lit house,

And I shall find at night a friendly ember

And make my life of what I can remember.

Winter Night Song

WILL you come as of old with singing,

And shall I hear as of old?

Shall I rush to open the window

In spite of the arrowy cold?

Ah no, my dear, ah no,

I shall sit by the fire reading,

Though you sing half the night in the snow

I shall not be heeding.

Though your voice remembers the forest,

The warm green light and the birds,

Though you gather the sea in your singing

And pour its sound into words,

Even so, my dear, even so,

I shall not heed you at all;

Though your shoulders are white with snow,

Though you strain your voice to a call,

I shall drowse and the fire will drowse,

The draught will be cold on the floor,

The clock running down,

Snow banking the door.

Never Again

NEVER again the music blown as brightly

Off of my heart as foam blown off a wave;

Never again the melody that lightly

Caressed my grief and healed the wounds it gave.

Never again—I hear my dark thoughts clashing

Sullen and blind as waves that beat a wall—

Age that is coming, summer that is going,

All I have lost or never found at all.

The Tune

I KNOW a certain tune that my life plays;

Over and over I have heard it start

With all the wavering loveliness of viols

And gain in swiftness like a runner’s heart.

It climbs and climbs; I watch it sway in climbing

High over time, high even over doubt,

It has all heaven to itself—it pauses

And faltering blindly down the air, goes out.

IX

THE

FLIGHT

The Beloved

IT is enough of honor for one lifetime

To have known you better than the rest have known,

The shadows and the colors of your voice,

Your will, immutable and still as stone.

The shy heart, so lonely and so gay,

The sad laughter and the pride of pride,

The tenderness, the depth of tenderness

Rich as the earth, and wide as heaven is wide.

“When I Am Not With You”

WHEN I am not with you

I am alone,

For there is no one else

And there is nothing

That comforts me but you.

When you are gone

Suddenly I am sick,

Blackness is round me,

There is nothing left.

I have tried many things,

Music and cities,

Stars in their constellations

And the sea,

But there is nothing

That comforts me but you;

And my poor pride bows down

Like grass in a rain-storm

Drenched with my longing.

The night is unbearable,

Oh let me go to you

For there is no one,

There is nothing

To comfort me but you.

Dedication

AT least I have loved you;

Though much went wrong,

This was good,

This was strong.

Unshaken

In spite of the going of years,

Too sure to retract,

Too proud for tears.

Let my love be the pillow

Under your head,

On your lips like a song,

To your hunger, bread.

On a March Day

HERE in the teeth of this triumphant wind

That shakes the naked shadows on the ground,

Making a key-board of the earth to strike

From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound,

Bear witness for me that I loved my life,

All things that hurt me and all things that healed,

And that I swore to it this day in March,

Here at the edge of this new-broken field.

You only knew me, tell them I was glad

For every hour since my hour of birth,

And that I ceased to fear, as once I feared,

The last complete reunion with the earth.

Let It Be You

LET it be you who lean above me

On my last day,

Let it be you who shut my eyelids

Forever and aye.

Say a “Good-night” as you have said it

All of these years,

With the old look, with the old whisper

And without tears.

You will know then all that in silence

You always knew,

Though I have loved, I loved no other

As I love you.

The Flight

WE are two eagles

Flying together

Under the heavens,

Over the mountains,

Stretched on the wind.

Sunlight heartens us,

Blind snow baffles us,

Clouds wheel after us

Ravelled and thinned.

We are like eagles,

But when Death harries us,

Human and humbled

When one of us goes,

Let the other follow,

Let the flight be ended,

Let the fire blacken,

Let the book close.

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Table of Contents

DARK OF THE MOON

Contents

I THERE WILL BE STARS

On the Sussex Downs

August Night

Two Minds

Words for An Old Air

Mountain Water

At Tintagil

“There Will Be Stars”

II PICTURES OF AUTUMN

Autumn (Parc Monceau)

September Day (Pont de Neuilly)

Fontainebleau

Late October (Bois de Boulogne)

III SAND DRIFT

“Beautiful, Proud Sea”

Land’s End

Sand Drift

Blue Stargrass

September Night

Low Tide

IV PORTRAITS

Effigy of a Nun (Sixteenth Century)

Those Who Love

Epitaph

Appraisal

The Wise Woman

“She Who Could Bind You”

“So This Was All”

V MIDSUMMER NIGHTS

Twilight (Nahant)

Full Moon (Santa Barbara)

The Fountain

Clear Evening

Not by the Sea

Midsummer Night

VI THE CRYSTAL GAZER

The Crystal Gazer

The Solitary

Day’s Ending (Tucson)

A Reply

Leisure

“I Shall Live to be Old”

Wisdom

The Old Enemy

VII BERKSHIRE NOTES

Winter Sun (Lenox)

A December Day

February Twilight

“I Have Seen the Spring”

Wind Elegy (W. E. W.)

In the Wood

Autumn Dusk

VIII ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN

Arcturus in Autumn

“I Could Snatch a Day”

An End

Foreknown

Winter

Winter Night Song

Never Again

The Tune

IX THE FLIGHT

The Beloved

“When I Am Not With You”

Dedication

On a March Day

Let It Be You

The Flight

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