Part 5 (1/2)

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

High on a down we found him last, Shy as a hare, he fled as fast; How could we clasp him or ever he pa.s.sed?

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

How could we cling to his limbs that shone, Ravish his cheeks' red gonfalon, Or the wild-skin cloak that he had on?

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

For the wind of his feet still straightly shaping, He loosed at our b.r.e.a.s.t.s from his eyes escaping One crooked swift glance like a javelin leaping.

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

And his feet pa.s.sed over the sunset land From the place forlorn where a forlorn band Watching him flying we still did stand.

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

Vanis.h.i.+ng now who would not stay To the blue hills on the verge of day.

O soft! soft! Music play, Fading away, (Fleet are his feet And his heart apart) Fading away.

IN AN ORCHARD

Airy and quick and wise In the shed light of the sun, You clasp with friendly eyes The thoughts from mine that run.

But something breaks the link; I solitary stand By a giant gully's brink In some vast gloomy land.

Sole central watcher, I With steadfast sadness now In that waste place descry 'Neath the awful heavens how

Your life doth dizzy drop A little foam of flame From a peak without a top To a pit without a name.

IN A CHAIR

He room is full of the peace of night, The small flames murmur and flicker and sway, Within me is neither shadow, nor light, Nor night, nor twilight, nor dawn, nor day.

For the brain strives not to the goal of thought, And the limbs lie wearied, and all desire Sleeps for a while, and I am naught But a pair of eyes that gaze at a fire.

A DAY

I. MORNING

The village fades away Where I last night came Where they housed me and fed me And never asked my name.

The sun s.h.i.+nes bright, my step is light, I, who have no abode, Jeer at the stuck, monotonous Black posts along the road.

II. MIDDAY