Once I Called Time

Once I called time by pretty names

Thinking I saw time's meaning clearly,

Like dropping petals, falling flames,

Or shadows moving by austerely.

Now suddenly I am caught and whirled

In a hurricane of time. Unwary

And lost, my chaos-colored world

I snatch at, bright and fragmentary.

An hour's indulgence for the eye

Time gives, a moment's haunted greeting.

Too late I saw your face whirl by

And knew your heart's stupendous beating.

BAY OF DOLPHINS.

From a dark dream, out of deep sorrow waking,

I saw the narrow moon hung like a warning