To Last Violets

TWO POEMS

TO LAST VIOLETS

If this is and it is the end,

take violence with you. Spend

it and Spring far from hence

or answer for the consequence.

If I could but I cannot pretend

indifference. Neither should you lend

me only what is intense

about you. Knowing I have no defense.

I wonder do you never mend

your instruments? Then wend

your way to where Spring is and thence

send me some innocence.