If Love of Mine
If love of mine could witch you back to earth It would be when the bat is on the wing, The lawn dew-drenched, the first stars glimmering, The moon a golden slip of seven nights’ birth. If prayer of mine could bring you it would be To this wraith-flowered jasmine-scented place Where shadow trees their branches interlace; Phantoms we’d tread a land of fantasy. If love could hold you I would bid you wait Till the pearl sky is indigo and till The plough show silver lamps beyond the hill And Aldebaran burns above the gate. If love of mine could lure you back to me From the rose gardens of eternity.
This poem is in the public domain.