Page:Weird Tales Volume 36 Number 04 (1942-03).djvu/48



INNAMON petals drop upon the air. The night is still. There is no sound but footsteps of the wind Walking softly on a far off hill. (How dim the night and still.)

All is the same: the ivy cool and dark Against the moon-washed wall, The little bamboo bridge, the sycamore With branches lifted lonely, pale and tall. (How lonely, pale and tall.)

Upon the pool the lily leaves encircle A flower newly blown. The long reeds watch the watered stars. A golden fin goes gleaming and is gone. (How quickly it is gone.)

All is the same. But you and I are changed. We who knew light And sunny laughter in this garden place Are shadows moving in a shadowy night. (How dim and long the night.)

Give me your hand. O let us softly move, O softly move and slow, Two shadows out of time who pause a while To look on what we cherished long ago. (How many aeons ago.)