The Black Christ & Other Poems/The Wind and the Weather
The Wind and the Weather
FOREVER shall not burn his tongue So glibly after this;Eternity was brief that hung Upon a passing kiss.
A year ago no metaphor Was rich enough to traceA single figure boasting more Allurement than her face.
One spring from then, small change we find In him; she still is fair.But in the other's heart or mind Neither glows anywhere.