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By The Lake

By The Lake

ACROSS the flat and the pastel snow
Two people go. . . . ‘And do you remember
When last we wandered this shore?’ . . . ‘Ah no!
For it is cold-hearted December.’
‘Dead, the leaves that like asses’s ears hung on the trees
When last we wandered and squandered joy here;
Now Midas your husband will listen for these
Whispers these tears for joy’s bier.’
And as they walk, they seem tall pagodas;
And all the ropes let down from the cloud
Ring the hard cold bell-buds upon the trees codas
Of overtones, ecstasies, grown for love’s shroud



Poem By The Lake - Dame Edith Sitwell