Voices Heard in the Air

Do you remember (one said) and they rose from their long sleep,

The mock tournament, the feast, and the smile in my eyes

When I pinned the trophy on your breast?

I cannot remember the rest.

Do you remember (he said) that it was winter then

And the horses were waiting, eager to depart,

But the long banquet hall was lit with a thousand lights

And your cloudy silver gown was sprayed

With starlight, moonlight

As we danced the hours away?

Never to meet again we parted:

The trumpets blew the centuries away

And now on clouds of fire, of fiery snow we sing

Of what the hastening seasons sometimes bring-

I remember the hours (she said) when January turned to May.

Fancy and wit and ease, made holiday

(He said) that glowing winter day,

Then into my saddle I sprung.

We were both destined to die young.

So in the clouds, so on the glimmering Hudson's air

They whispered and rose through naked cloudforms changing

there,

Reliving one moment out of endless time,

Marking one season always in their rhyme.