ELEGY

Please stretch your velvet-virgin hand over the blanket and embrace me again like an orphaned child. The marbles of the rain-beads on the trembling window-glass are a message of great pains, witnessed by a conscience still helpless and at a loss.

I would bury my gasped head in thy creative lap, searching thy being, while youth departs from me swiftly and quickly. Farewell to me tonight, dear. Outside, with the barca-fluff of the Leth-mists, doth the sleeper and the native roam. Thy flower-clad face, imprisoned, grows pale, thy exotic and bewitching perfumes lose their colour.

Tomorrow you, too, will emerge from our dear, carefully tended love-nest, like a diligent swallow or dove, to join us on our journey. Our mind-numbing, drudging days are calling to you. Now the orphan-thief night comes closer to us. Reach out thy crimson-petalled lips to me, that I may sniff thy kisses like a clumsy busy bee. That I may hold thee in my arms a little while longer, and soon the present will steal thee away.

The deserved happiness, which Thou didst unselfishly pour into me, Passes me by, and nearer and nearer creeps the conscious fear of the precipice of to-morrow - And perhaps if we may yet remain in our hearts whole to each other, Though the vulgar world conspire against our everlasting happiness.

The hills of cushions still tenderly preserve The silken forms of thy blessed body, thy budding soft mounds. In fragments of moments the immortal flame-fire Of our desires melted into one in our heartbeats. In Adam and Eve's costume thus in vulnerability universal it is fulfilled, And ripens before rose-fingered dawn's dawn...