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Robin Hyde

Persephone in Winter

If it were nothing but some deep abyss
Opened between us; if some icy sea
Whose sword of waters clove ’twixt kiss and kiss
Hid your small garden’s dreaming face from me,
I should have faith, and parting would have end;
I think our feet would cross on rainbows, friend.

For love knows patient ways of building strong
Bridges and stairs; love flies with secret wings,
Love’s shining wind shakes cities with a song,
Swirls wet pink blossoms round bewildered kings.
But there is more to master — all that long
Pageant of ghosts, in stained and tattered dress;
The swift, mistaken word; the unmeant wrong;
The pride, grown harsh at last for loneliness.


Last updated 24 September, 2003