Swift spirits of air, water, earth, and fire

Two for Diana [Marion’s heading ]

[The second]

Swift spirits of air, water, earth, and fire
Who guard the mystic keys of destiny
Shall worship you and grant your heart’s desire.
The winds that whisper songs in haunting choir
Shall ruffle your dark hair admiringly:
Swift spirits of air, water, earth and fire
Who vigil keep about you and inspire
For your sake flowers shall blossom in the mire
Trees shall delight you with green tapestry:
Swift spirits of air, water, earth and fire
With watchful eyes and feet that cannot tire ,
Loyal and valiant to eternity
Shall worship you and grant your heart’s desire .

Softly the dreamer lays aside her lyre ,
The music lingers as a prophecy —
Swift spirits of air, water, earth and fire
Shall worship you and grant your heart’s desire .

July 1947

Storm

Storm
The world is grey and choked with rain,
Wild-driving clouds sweep through the sky:
The willows droop their heads and sigh
Shivering for weariness and pain:
The wind’s thin sobbing is insane
With lonely grief: the hours drag by:
The world is grey and choked with rain
Wild-driving clouds sweep through the sky.

My restless memory seeks again
Dead laughter, vanished dreams — yet why
Disturb the past, when all must die
Rot like dead leaves to dust again?
The world is grey and choked with rain,
Wild-drivIng clouds sweep through the sky.

Autumn 1946

Marion was sixteen, young to find no excitement in a storm, but only depression. J.S.

See my beloved bird

See my beloved bird

See my beloved bird,
Blue beyond dreaming, a flash of grateful sunlight,
Stabbing bright silver from deep in the river’s recesses;
See my beloved tree,
Poised in shy courage, with every her swinging lantern
Delicately, perfectly tinted, of exquisite grace;
See my beloved flower,
Robed in rich purple, a smile on her velvet petals,
Growing demurely, contented to wait in the shadows:
Know, then, beloved,
You are my kingfisher, spearing me silver from the darkness,
You are my spindle tree, bearing me lanterns of comfort,
You are my heartsease, the joy of my garden at dusk.