Viewed in
The faded
Light,
Green hue
Invaded
China blue.
He was young,
Tall and slight,
And poetry
Shaped all
We knew.
I loved him
In one English
Season,
Damp and cool,
Beyond all hope
Or measured
Reason,
Though
He was cruel.
From Devon’s
Hills and valleys
Green and fair,
We crossed
The Channel
And I lost
Him there.
In the Cathedral
At Rouen,
We parted,
I went alone
To Paris,
Heavy hearted.
Years pass
Still I recall,
He was slim,
Blue-eyed and tall.
We were young,
And poetry
Was all.