For Sun Appearing . .
For Sun Appearing . . .
Who for the absent, dead, or unattained
Wake in habitual tears and stare
Shrinking at angular bright day,
Who long impatiently for vacancy
To leave them lonely in a private room
To count their loot of memory, snatched from time,
Then oversleep, or read cheap novels fast,
Who live in tropic warmth beneath white glass . . .
See, you can watch them crumble hours like incense
Of love before the inscrutable bland face
Of one who irrevocably went away.
Later with faint uneasiness they say
"Time cannot alter gold" and then they turn
To letters, photos, they could once ignore.
For these have turned such votaries before
The chemistry of death or altered love,
How own their treasure mortal, being poor,
Time's blight in their own heart that random meeting
page 13 Have power to make them glad? the sun appearing
Must show the nature of their rainbow gold,
The mortal character of love and mourning.