Once, when the World of Trees....

A girl, not young

Is at my door beating,

‘What do you want of me,’

A voice comes, speaking.

 

‘Only of me and mine

That you took from me,

Only the comb and wine

That once belonged me.’

 

‘I have no tines of yours,’

A voice is stating,

‘Only the dark, these walls

A long time waiting.’

 

‘What of that early breeze

That caught my blushing

Once, when the world of trees

Went by, rushing?’

 

‘What of the glimpses caught

Of shadows, fleeting?

Open this dark, your door,

And speed our meeting.’

 

‘Leave me to bury peace,’

A voice, it trembles

‘I have no thought of lees,

Nor what resembles.’

 

‘I have no window-panes

No frost, no hoar-dew,

Fingers that traced old stains

Were here before you.’

 

Bolting the shutters fast

I heard, despite me

Voices that spoke were mine,

Rasped deep inside me.

 

‘Give me the breath,’ she sobbed,

‘That I once sighed with - ‘

‘Never,’ I said, ‘that breath

Was the breath you lied with!’

 

David Lewis Paget

 

Reviews

[The Ponderings of Bella]

Wow! I seriously enjoy your poetry!! Well done!!!