Words for the Chisel (collection)/Only the Frost
Only the Frost
Good night, good night. And this warning:
I'll be kind and cold-hearted with you—
I will take you with me any morning
Up the path where this evening we flew
To the lap where we lay in the hills.
I'll be kind and cold-hearted with you—
I will take you with me any morning
Up the path where this evening we flew
To the lap where we lay in the hills.
There, where the lavish sun spills
To the level of the hollow,
Where the sun-motes flicker and fall
And the flakes of the sparse leaves follow,
When you see the sure sun crawl
Where you saw the huge moon hover
And the swallows go southward, over—
You will wonder you loved me at all!
To the level of the hollow,
Where the sun-motes flicker and fall
And the flakes of the sparse leaves follow,
When you see the sure sun crawl
Where you saw the huge moon hover
And the swallows go southward, over—
You will wonder you loved me at all!
You will know you wanted, and made
A girl-lover of moon-shade.
A girl-lover of moon-shade.
Morning, and the sane light chills,
The love, the loved, and the lover;
Why search for the little thing lost
On scarlet leaves, under frost?
There is only the frost in the hills.
The love, the loved, and the lover;
Why search for the little thing lost
On scarlet leaves, under frost?
There is only the frost in the hills.