Poems (Dudley)/Immortal

by Marion Vienna Churchill Dudley

IMMORTAL.

IN a far-gone, mystic summer,
 Lit by sun and lulled by rain,
When the new moons rose in wonder
 And the old moons died in pain—

On the clouds a dreaming painter
 Hung a picture of his bride,
And a Poet sang his rapture
 To the ebbing of the tide;

But, alas! the years have vanished
 In the sunlight and the rain;
Still the new moons glow in wonder,
 Still the old moons die in pain.

For the Painter I have vainly
 Searched the halls of earthly pride;
But his picture, smiling downward,
 Tells the love for which he died.

And the Poet? Never waters,
 Ebb or flood, his fate reveal;
But his rapture, flaming upward,
 Is the same that I can feel.