Poems Appendix

Fragment: "I strayed about the deck, an hour tonight"

The Dance


"Sometimes even now I may"

Sonnet: In Time of Revolt

A Letter to a Live Poet

Fragment on Painters

The True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes)

Sonnet Reversed

It's not going to happen again

The Little Dog's Day


The Dance

A Song

As the Wind, and as the Wind,
      In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
   In a grave, an endless plan--

So my Heart, and so my Heart,
      Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
   But you see not. You pass on.

April 1915.