Leaves and Limnings
(For Walter de la Mare)
I, in a child’s eye, see a stained glass day
There is a house of memory
With a window where
I, in a turret room, am left to play
Or in a garden sanctuary
A child of stare
Yes, but I think the clouds less doubtful then
And I, like the bathing birds
Less shy to sing
Let go the greengold summer. Where, and when?
Now with the gift again of words
Remembering
All, through these leaves and limnings, lives anew
Light falls on distance
And imagines sea
Beneath bluesilver that was never really true
Light falls on distance
And imagines me
