The Dew Upon

FIVE POEMS

THE DEW UPON

The dew upon ;

The leaf now lies,

Now to her home

The sparrow flies,

And vaster are the embodied skies.

There is a mist

On every blade,

Sleep wanders where

The swallow played,

Pale shadow over all is laid.

Oh, grief could leave

No burden now

Upon the drifting

Willow bough,

For what has been

And what is not

Are both within this peace forgot.