COLORS AND SURFACES





A GOLDEN LAD

(D. V. M.)

"Golden lads and lasses must
Like chimney-sweepers come to dust."
--SHAKESPEARE.

So young, but already the splendor
Of genius robed him about--
Already the dangerous, tender
Regard of the gods marked him out--

(On whom the burden and duty
They bind, at his earliest breath,
Of showing their own grave beauty,
They love and they crown with death.)

We were of one blood, but the olden
Rapt poets spake out in his tone;
We were of one blood, but the golden
Rathe promise was his, his alone.