DEATH

Stay, cloudy phantom, in your flight. 
Withdraw your silken strands tonight. 
Be satisfied to take this tear 
And give my soul an hour here. 
Sing to them across the moonlight that I long, 
But my heart is held in a sparrow's song. 
Let me stay till winter's breath with glass enchants the sea. 
Then I'll leave this song behind and come back home to thee.

 
©1972 William H. Southwell
Return to Table of Contents