AND if your shoes were curly-gold,
And if your cap were a sea-gull’s feather,
You could not fly more bright and bold
Through the blue sunshine-sprinkled weather.
But if your heart were a jade-green stone,
And if your soul were a gray smoke-quiver,
You could not leave me more alone
To hug cold dreams and to wake a-shiver.
Oh, not my prayers, though they ache like wounds,
Can call you down from your frosty flying.
You hear in heaven wild lovely sounds,
While I — hear only my heart’s long crying.