we are chronicle now to the eerie.
Curious metal from meteors that failed in the sky; Earth-born the tireless is stretched by the water, quite weary, Close to this ununderstandable changeling that's I...
Fear is an echo we traced to Security's daughter; Now we are faces and voices...

and less, too soon, Whispering half-love over the lilt of the water...
Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon." ***** A POEM AMORY SENT TO ELEANOR AND WHICH HE CALLED "SUMMER STORM" "Faint winds, and a song fading and leaves falling, Faint winds, and far away a fading laughter...
And the rain and over the fields a voice calling...
Our gray blown cloud scurries and lifts above, Slides on the sun and flutters there to waft her Sisters on.

The shadow of a dove Falls on the cote, the trees are filled with wings; And down the valley through the crying trees The body of the darker storm flies; brings With its new air the breath of sunken seas And slender tenuous thunder...
But I wait...
Wait for the mists and for the blacker rain-- Heavier winds that stir the veil of fate, Happier winds that pile her hair; Again They tear me, teach me, strew the heavy air Upon me, winds that I know, and storm.
There was a summer every rain was rare; There was a season every wind was warm....
And now you pass me in the mist...

your hair Rain-blown about you, damp lips curved once more In that wild irony, that gay despair That made you old when we have met before; Wraith-like you drift on out before the rain, Across the fields, blown with the stemless flowers, With your old hopes, dead leaves and loves again-- Dim as a dream and wan with all old hours (Whispers will creep into the growing dark...
Tumult will die over the trees) Now night Tears from her wetted breast the splattered blouse Of day, glides down the dreaming hills, tear-bright, To cover with her hair the eerie green...
Love for the dusk...

Love for the glistening after; Quiet the trees to their last tops...