Words for the Chisel (collection)/Only the Frost
Only the Frost
Good night, good night. And this warning:I'll be kind and cold-hearted with you—I will take you with me any morningUp the path where this evening we flewTo the lap where we lay in the hills.
There, where the lavish sun spillsTo the level of the hollow,Where the sun-motes flicker and fallAnd the flakes of the sparse leaves follow,When you see the sure sun crawlWhere you saw the huge moon hoverAnd the swallows go southward, over—You will wonder you loved me at all!
You will know you wanted, and madeA girl-lover of moon-shade.
Morning, and the sane light chills,The love, the loved, and the lover;Why search for the little thing lostOn scarlet leaves, under frost?There is only the frost in the hills.