by Patience Worth
I remember it was young May
When love came, unbidden, unto me,
I remember the very eve, with its aloofness,
Yet its yielding.
I remember the masked moon that lead the stars forth,
And the whiteness of earth beneath her deathy spell
And how love came.
Tall he was, with fair hair, and two eyes that spoke truth,
With lips that were haunted by a pureness,
As though the spell of motherhood still hung about them,
And his arms were unlearned, ---lo, they encradled me like
a mother her babe.
And the eyes knew not what thing they stirred,
But spoke unto mine like a babe's untro its mother's.
I remember that eve and the masked moon
And young love, unmasked.
Ah the day hath gone that bore that eve,
And he is upon some pathway 'mid the stars, where still the white light lingers.
I am undone, for I have learned new things, and I could not understand him now.
Oh, I remember that soon I forgot, and the masked moon ever mocks me.
She returns, but he never.
Last updated January 14, 2019