Like Kildeers Crying

Tonight I lost my heart's whole sense of you-

I could not find you any way I turned.

Even your swift impetuous words, that burned

Into my mind, were cold and palely blue

With the small death that any frail words meet

Within a moment too profound for them.

The dusk was velvet, bending on a stem

Like a crushed flower soft and April-sweet.

When suddenly, out where half-lights edge grey air,

A kildeer lifted from a glassy pond,

Seeking the shadows of the field beyond,

Flying and crying with a wild despair.

1 lost you then. My thoughts like kildeers flew

Over a bright pond where day was dying;

The dusk held nothing save their lonely crying,

And nothing mattered-neither love nor you.