Poem by Ina Donna Coolbrith

Return

I had been dead so many years-
And I had missed you so.
I thought in heaven there were no tears,
But ah, their weary flow!
And when at last the joy-word came,
An hour to wander back,
My spirit flashed, a living flame,
Along that mystic track.

I sped the pathway of the stars
And the abyss of night;
Past all space-barriers and bars
I winged my eager flight;
I found you, Love! O bitter day!
You had remembered not!
Farther than life itself away-
My very name forgot.

1. The Captive of the White City
2. Memorial Poem
3. Two
4. Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest)
5. Rose and Thistle

Charles Sorley Return ("Still stand the downs so wise and wide?") 18 September 1913

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