"Thy To -- And Fro" (After Keats)

Thy To — And Fro


~ After Keats



Sea
Hours creep
Beauty's tangled ebb —

Snared
Hand — I,
Ungloving time's since.

Every
Eclipse, sweet
Grief — Darling, bring

Delight
Remembering joys,
My thy unto.

Fancy
Harkening devour,
Wrong ear; My

Sense
For love-sound
Sweets, my thy.

It's
Been, was,
Long and web,

Five
Slow years
Since I was.




9/22/06