D.J. at 40

D.J. at 40

I have heard sweeter voices :
Many the gentle murmur , the soft speech I have heard ;
But my hearing is well content , my heart rejoices
At the ring of her roughest word .

I have seen fairer faces :
Many the delicate pallor , the smooth cheek I have seen ;
But my sight retains an image my heart embraces
Of the lines where her smile has been .

I have known love worth taking :
Many the wilful conquest , the stolen joy I have known ;
But my mind would have me believe my heart is breaking
For her love , for her love alone .

23 May 1954

Dance and sing with me , sing and dance with me

Dance and sing with me , sing and dance with me ,
Over the hill , over the hill :
Sing and dance with me , dance and sing with me .
Over the hill I wander — o .

For there is a land , for there is a land ,
Over the hill , over the hill ,
Where green the trees forever stand ,
When over the hill I wander — o .

And there is a tree , and there is a tree ,
Over the hill , over the hill,
Where birds are singing merrily ,
When over the hill I wander — o .

And there is a bird , and there is a bird ,
Over the hill , over the hill ,
With song the sweetest ever heard ,
When over the hill I wander — o .

And there is a song , and there is a song ,
Over the hill , over the hill ,
Of life in summer all year long,
When over the hill I wander — o .

And there is a life, and there is a life ,
Over the hill , over the hill ,
For one who comes to be my wife,
When over the hill I wander — o .

Dance and sing with me, sing and dance with me ,
Over the hill , over the hill :
Sing and dance with me, dance and sing with me ,
Over the hill I wander — o .

May 7th 1951

Double Sonnet

Double Sonnet

No wind is stirring: round your quiet room
The wakeful shadows tread a stately measure
Honouring their partners as the fire burns low :
This hour is rescued from eternity —
See, where they gather in the candle glow,
Faint ghosts of a forgotten century ;
See where their world gathers round them in the gloom,
That world of parasols and graceful leisure
Long since imprisoned in a sunless tomb
Now fondly they revive their faded pleasure ;
Gay after croquet on the lawn they go
To gossip in the parlour, and sip tea.
Neither regret nor restlessness they know,
Content by flickering candlelight to see
What rust cannot corrupt nor moth consume,
Laid up on earth your heart’s desire and treasure.

Defiant beauty, frail inheritance,
Gleaming in candlelight has conquered time :
Destruction comes with dawn, but this shall stand
Forever exquisite in memory,
With tinted flowers and baskets yet the same,
Solace on earth, in heaven felicity.
Forget this life’s insane irrelevance,
Enchanted hear the silver quarters chime :
Never shall madman with impatient hand
Shatter that fragile immortality :
Sleep then secure, while round the candle flame
The delicate moth flutters in ecstasy.

Summer 1949