Eventyr
Freighted with gold from afar,
the fairy-tale
stands like a stone ivy-covered,
a stele to mark
where ancient kings moved their knights,
a cairn as sign
that once a deed was greatly done,
a fragment,
a trace of yesteryear.
Exhortation to the Mockingbird
Rejoice! O mockingbird, make call!
O sunlight, lightly pass
through dewy gems that line the grass;
precipitately fall
through air and dazzle all --
the stars outclass.
O fairy clock and lion's tooth,
for hoary head trade golden youth
and learn to dance.
O mockingbird, weave in song
the dew, the light, the lion-throng
that meet my sunlit glance!
