One Dream
One dream that scarce outlasts the burning of a candle or a petal's fall
And then we go.
I should like to visit ruins and weep for men no longer there,
But heaven makes our circumstances contradict our hearts
In the river-house I watch the heedless, flowing waters, waiting for the moon,
And when it comes, slanting vaguely on the darkened flowers and the house,
I climb up to look, not minding if my sleeves be wetter still.
And then we go.
I should like to visit ruins and weep for men no longer there,
But heaven makes our circumstances contradict our hearts
In the river-house I watch the heedless, flowing waters, waiting for the moon,
And when it comes, slanting vaguely on the darkened flowers and the house,
I climb up to look, not minding if my sleeves be wetter still.
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