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For Diana

Why do the green-lit woods no longer ring

With the sound of chase and merry hunting horn;

Why do the murm’ring brooks no longer sing

While the verdant glades lie silently forlorn?

Once, as I roamed the forest musing wide,

I came upon a clearing cool and shady

Where I thought to rest, when straight I spied

The leafy bushes part to show a lady

Clad in hunter’s garb – her tunic hitched

Above the knee for tireless legs’ pursuit,

Her dress’s white with laurel leaves was stitched,

Her bow of yew and quiver full behind

Her back were slung, for she hunts the White Hart

That suffers not the deadly dart unkind

Nor lets himself be caught by woodman’s art,

But by naked hands and pure will deign

To let himself be found, by them who seek

In earnest highest guerdon to attain.

Thus she pursued with flushed and ruddied cheek,

For but one moment loveliness herself

Flashed across my ’stonished eye, then passed –

Like silvan dryad or enchanting elf –

In vain I wished that fairy vision would last.

By day I searched both densest briar and thorn

But still her woods did sore deserted seem,

By night I sang like Philomel forlorn

For then she haunted me in restless dreams.

Therefore the cumbersome lute I left behind,

And now instead pursue a higher quest.

And as my feet grow ever swift as hinds’

I hope to meet her where we’ll both from hunting rest.

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Second Sight

there was someone
sitting on the bench
on the hill where
you said that you
sometimes sit
and I thought
that it might –
but it wasnʼt
YOU

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Sailing Song

The water’s flashing, the waves are lashing
The gulls are calling out to sea
The sun is glowing, the sails are blowing
But love, I’ll come again for thee
My love, I’ll come again for thee


The clouds are raining, the ropes are straining
The pitch black sky ignores my plea
The timber’s groaning, the wind is moaning
But love, I pledged to come for thee
My love, I pledged to come for thee


The bells are ringing, the children singing
A ship’s returning, proud and free
The air is sighing and flags are flying
My love, I’m coming back to thee
Oh love, I’m coming back to thee

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If only I could read those looks and smiles
As well as printed letters black and white,
Id cease to ask if wishful heart beguiles,
Or senseless eyes did read your gist aright.
But now your written words less clearer seem
And leave me floundring even more in doubt,
Like soldier pondring dark and shrouded dream
Before the battles din and roaring shout.
Uncertain dusk retreats before the dawn,
When deeds are done and faith no longer gropes
But sees. Or else the doomed lie down forlorn
Still far away from all their dreams and hopes.
—-No time to wonder, doubt or guess – my night
—-Is rapidly dissolving in your light.

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To my love

—-Your every expression and move enchants,
Especially that running your fingers through your hair,
—-Which to my starved romantic soul grants
An intense pleasure; O love, do you know that youʼre fair?
—-And as you slowly turn away
—-With all my heart I wish youʼd stay.

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