PORTYGEE LOVE-SONG
The Portuguese were one of fifteen successive nationalitiesimported into the Islands to do sugar-planting.
Dolores Lane was where she livedBefore she lived with me,And when she left Dolores LaneThere was no one to see;She left it in the bitter rainTo come and live with me.
Within my house is firelight,Without, is bitter rain.She does not love the firelight,—Against the window-paneShe leans and looks and longs, to-night,For dull Dolores Lane.
HALLUCINATION
What was it flew over me there, Over me lightly?Darted and left me to stare After it whitely?
Mists of the long, low moon, Wraiths of the meadow,Dune, after dune, after dune, You saw its shadow.
Was it a dream I had, Forgotten quite,Come back to make me sad, Ashamed, and white?
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