The Thrill Book/Volume 1/Issue 1/Lilith

by Roy Le Moyne

Lilith

By Roy Le Moyne

Ah, Lilith, let us twine these flowers
Around the day’s sweet sanctity
While Love strings all the shining hours
Upon the flesh’s rosary . . . . . .
For things turn back that now are ours
Into a growing yesterday.

Come, let us speak of lovely things
Close to our hearts while yet we may,
For Night shall wrap her star-strewn wings
About us when we go our way . . . . . .
All songs turn back that Love now sings
Into a growing yesterday.

A time comes when the heart is fed
Upon the things we build to-day
And things unfinished and unsaid
Shall rise to scorn, and well they may . . . . . .
Then Love shall stand among the dead
Who haunt the growing yesterday.