What have I to say to you

    When we shall meet？

    Yet—

    I lie here thinking of you.

    The stain of love

    Is upon the world.

    Yellow， yellow， yellow，

    It eats into the leaves，

    Smears with saffron

    The horned branches that lean

    Heavily

    Against a smooth purple sky.

    There is no light—

    Only a honey-thick stain

    That drips from leaf to leaf

    And limb to limb

    Spoiling the colours

    Of the whole world.

    I am alone.

    The weight of love

    Has buoyed me up

    Till my head

    Knocks against the sky.

    See me！

    My hair is dripping with nectar—

    Starlings carry it

    On their black wings.

    See， at last

    My arms and my hands

    Are lying idle.

    How can I tell

    If I shall ever love you again

    As I do now？