girl stood beside me. i saw
see:—a light, she said. not of the sky
i said of east or west? the heartbeat of
with his faltering flute confessed only
                                             joy? was he
of spring here he could make
his love in the blossoming?—listen!
no music beats
                 falls this evening on the
the spring ere
                 can climb? see in
the
    dew
         beauty of
                      listen! the young girl said.
there is a light, a step, a call
i said, a waste of love imperishably old in pain,
it a fluttering heart that gave too willingly &
stammering at
                   a little child?—silence! the young girl said.