The Price
Shadow swept —
The gold September breeze
Flitting across their stones
In gusty traceries,
Who would not lie
As calm, unheeding —
And as low as these?
Eager and troubled dust
They laid them down —
Part of the term
They named Realities,
And here at last they lie
Vassals of Destiny,
Awaiting evolutions yet to be —
Creation's further pleasantries with them.
Who would not lie with all forgot
Remote and low as these,
With folded thoughts
And risen memories?
Oh my wild heart, my troubled heart
Cease envying, do!
Their dust the last deception knew,
Their peace embalmed in mystery
Was bought by passion too.
The gold September breeze
Flitting across their stones
In gusty traceries,
Who would not lie
As calm, unheeding —
And as low as these?
Eager and troubled dust
They laid them down —
Part of the term
They named Realities,
And here at last they lie
Vassals of Destiny,
Awaiting evolutions yet to be —
Creation's further pleasantries with them.
Who would not lie with all forgot
Remote and low as these,
With folded thoughts
And risen memories?
Oh my wild heart, my troubled heart
Cease envying, do!
Their dust the last deception knew,
Their peace embalmed in mystery
Was bought by passion too.
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