For tears.

You told me, last night,
That an ancestor of yours,
Had burned witches,
And, oh, as I sat in the candlelight,
Watching you,
I couldn't help wishing,
That somewhere behind you, in the shadows,

There was another ancestor --
A gay cavalier ancestor --
Who rode hard,
And fought with his sword,
And wore his hat, rakishly,
On the back of his head,
And knew -- love.




APRIL

I had not meant to love again -- all that was lost to
me,
For I had felt love's fear and pain, as well as ecstasy;
I closed my heart, and locked the door, and tossed
away the key.

All through the winter-time I sat before my flaming