A Song Of Three Seasons
Behind thee thick like golden sands;
Love stands a-waiting down the ways
And beckons me with shining hands.
Turn slowly, earth from light to light;
Stars, linger like becalmed ships;
For Love and I have met this night,
Touched hand to hand and lips to lips.
Spin, faithless earth, and whirl the days
In frozen clouds like drifting snows.
Love guards beside the lengthening ways
A grassy mound, a wan, white rose.
___Arthur Graves Canfield