For Eager Lovers (Taggard collection)/Very Young Love
VERY YOUNG LOVE
Wishes are birds. You have been circled roundWith them, invisible, I sent you in distress,Flown from my heart that long had held them bound,Surpassing winds in their sharp eagerness.
You have not seen their dim shades on the ground;Nor heard them: never felt their pinions pressBeating the air, but never making sound,And hanging over you in breathlessness.
So, with you here, the trembling little wordsLie down like frightened children in the dark,Lie down and weep; and wishes winged like birdsFly crowding back; with this the only markThat I have almost told you breathless things:You hear the weary folding-down of wings.