Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/Two and Two
TWO AND TWO.
A brown head and a golden head Above the violets keep in sight;Dark eyes and blue (with tears to shed) Look laughing toward me in the light.A red-bird flashes from the tree:"The world is glad, is glad! " sings he.
A golden head, a head of brown, Below the violets, miss the sun;Dark eyes and blue—their lids shut down— With tears (and theirs were brief) have done.A dove hides in another tree:"The world is sad, is sad!" grieves she.
Through song and moan, I hardly know, Between the red-bird and the dove,If most I'd wish that two below The violets were with two above,Or two above the violets layWith two below them deep, to-day.