The Bracelet of Grass

The opal heart of afternoon

Was clouding on to throbs of storm,

Ashen within the ardent west

The lips of thunder muttered harm,

And as a bubble like to break

Hung heaven's trembling amethyst,

When with the sedge-grass by the lake

I braceleted her wrist.

And when the ribbon grass was tied,

Sad with the happiness we planned,

Palm linked in palm we stood awhile

And watched the raindrops dot the sand;

Until the anger of the breeze

Chid all the lake's bright breathing down,

And ravished all the radiancies

From her deep eyes of brown.

We gazed from shelter on the storm,

And through out hearts swept ghostly pain

To see the shards of day sweep past,

Broken, and none might mend again.

Broken, that none shall ever mend;

Loosened, that none shall ever tie.

O the wind and the wind, will it never end?

O the sweeping past of the ruined sky!