As long ago as I could drink,
I read my poetry with light;
Walked on the river’s bank; the brink—
Out where the verses mock the night.
One I have yet to consummate:
Evening intensifies the wait.
As long ago as I could drink,
I read my poetry with light;
Walked on the river’s bank; the brink—
Out where the verses mock the night.
One I have yet to consummate:
Evening intensifies the wait.