Poems (Taylor)/A Song of Gold
A SONG OF GOLD
There was a Nun within a white Fantastic town of Spain;Her hair was golden, like delight, Her eyes were dark, like pain.
And once, without, amid the dew, Splendid and unafraid,One sang, the dead-gold twilight through, An angry serenade.
"O Sweet, now are you dreaming of That Spring we kept of old,When you fled fast with falconer Love In virgin green and gold?
Do you remember, Heart-alone, That carnival untoldYou flickered through like Passion's own, In scarlet and in gold?
Do you remember, Penitent, (O crucified long-cold!)The great white night before the Lent, The night of white and gold?"