Destroyers and Other Verses/Willows Are White as Breath Upon Silver

by Henry Head

 

She . . .

Willows are white as a breath upon silver
Beneath a dark sky:
On a grey waste of waters the promise of summer
Floats eddying by.

And the nest that we built in the grass by the river,
The home of our dream,
Far from men, where we sang through the soft summer weather
Lies under the stream.

Come quickly, the night will bring silence and darkness
To cover my tears
And stars will shine brighter above the dark waters
And shadowy weirs.