A Poet’s Fancies


A Poet of one Mood
A poet of one mood in all my lays,
   Ranging all life to sing one only love,
   Like a west wind across the world I move,
Sweeping my harp of floods mine own wild ways.
The countries change, but not the west-wind days
   Which are my songs. My soft skies shine above,
   And on all seas the colours of a dove,
And on all fields a flash of silver greys.
I make the whole world answer to my art
   And sweet monotonous meanings. In your ears
I change not ever, bearing, for my part,
   One thought that is the treasure of my years—
A small cloud full of rain upon my heart
   And in mine arms, clasped, like a child in tears.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
Created April 13, 2001; not revised.