My friend, the moon, looks everywhere for me,
Splashing the paths I loved with silver light.

Oh loveliness! why do you torture so
With such keen beauty till the day appears?
Why touch to life things buried long ago,
Whose aching cries trouble the heart to tears;
Ghostly--like wind tossed sea gulls calling low
Out of the poignant vistas of the years?



PHANTOMS

Ghost of a mountain
And ghost of a moon;
Night birds sink droopingly
Over the dune

Clouds drifting hazily
Stars blurring through;
Darkness come close to me--
Darkness and you.

Mist on the water
And mist in the sky;
Netted with silver
The waves ripple by.

_Ghost of a solitude_