ELEGY
THE sun immense and rosy
Must have sunk and become extinct
The night you closed your
eyes for ever against me.
Grey days, and wan, dree dawnings
Since then, with fritter of
flowers- —
Day wearies me with its ostentation and
fawnings.
Still, you left me the nights,
The great dark glittery
window,
The bubble
hemming this empty existence with lights.
Still in the vast hollow
Like a breath in a bubble spinning
Brushing the stars, goes my
soul, that skims the
bounds like a swallow!
I can look through
The film of the bubble night, to where you
are.
Through the
film I can almost touch you.
EASTWOOD