All day we two had wandered in the hills And, wind-blown, sat ourselves at last to rest. Within your hair the poppy bloom I wove Then by your side stretched out upon the grass And closed my eyes; but you would savor now Each shifting scene that comes at close of day- You speak the ecstacy of living flesh And that to be alive upon the Earth Is miracle enough – why search the cause.
But I I saw not fields of green and flowers there Nor woods beyond that shimmered in the glow Of sunset hyperboreal, nor heard The pleasant breeze caress our wearied feet. I only know As one enthralled in chains of levined fire An emptiness that spread its hollow cloak Across the gulfs of space, where atoms swirl Close-latticed in the slag of stars that were. The wind I felt caressed no mortal brow But streamed athwart the face of one who stood Implacable as Death, the chaos stormed On cyclone wings that roiled the ordered spheres To twisting vortices – before mine eyes Volcanic geysers thundered as the suns Exploded in the duress of the wrack
And I I stood four-square that roaring blast Looked steadfast down the bronzen maw of Hell- and laughed.