Two Poems of Parting

Because the wind will hair it that way
She makes the sea
Wave a thousand white handkerchiefs at me
Mocking me with your going. Because the wind will hare it that way.

Because I could not bid you leave my mind
That ship that burst
Past the headland was the first.
Thing to hold me from you,
Because I could not bid you leave my mind.

Because my love, you are gone,
Each little influence
Of wind gathers the cloudstreams to a confluence
That promises thunder and battens me Under,
Because my lore, yon are gone.

II.
While the rods of rain sally the roof
With reminders of your kisses
The everlasting, everlost wind, comes with his legions"
And his drummers muffle the outer car
Follow the feathered knocking of my heart.

How can the rain bind us? When will the wind find us?
The long days interpose
They hang as beaded curtains hang;
But listen!
They rustle with notice of my coming

—Lyster Paul.