Poems (Tree)/From Far Away the Lost Adventures Gleam
FROM far away the lost adventures gleam,The print of childhood's feet that dance and run,The love of her who showed me to the sunIn triumph of creation, who did seemWith vivid spirit like a rainbow streamTo paint the shells, young blossoms, one by oneEach strange and delicate toy, whose hands have spunThe woven cloth of wonder like a dream . . .The row of soldiered books, authoritySharp as the scales I strummed upon the keys,The priest who damned the things I dared not praise,Rebellion, love made sad with mystery—And like a firefly through the twilit treesRomance, the golden play-boy of my days.
1917