Mood

The end of my wish

Walks near me smiling;

With subtle fingers I loosen

Little shining, sharp chips

From the crystal body

With its many enticing shadows.

A fine silk thread

Is desire,

These sweet but sharp edges

Its end.

Shall I add one more flaw

To my dream veil.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain, and originally appeared in Others for 1919; An Anthology of the New Verse (Nicholas L. Brown, 1920).