Beloved, once more I take the winter way
Through solitude’s dark mountains, purple and cold
As frozen pansies, toward my house of clay
Where winds shall drink my tears, and shadows fold.
I dare not dwell so near to ecstasy
Lest I grow reckless, seeing the dear, the good,
And so, beseeching for it childishly,
Should spoil its beauty and my womanhood.
Yet will the breathless moments when you smiled,
Looking upon me, haunt me. It is not well
Remembering, when winter floods are wild,
Becalmed lilies and the summer’s spell.
Farewell, beloved! Since you have grown too dear,
I must be gone. I take my pilgrimage
In haste–so much I love you, so much fear.
Wisdom may grow from tears, peace fall with age.
(Mary Webb)
More Poetry from Mary Webb:
Mary Webb Poems based on Topics: Summer, Winter, War & Peace, Wisdom & Knowledge, Fear, Age- Colomen (Mary Webb Poems)
- The Vagrant (Mary Webb Poems)
- The Land Within (Mary Webb Poems)
- The Ancient Gods (Mary Webb Poems)
- The Wood (Mary Webb Poems)
- My Own Town (Mary Webb Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: War & Peace Poems, Fear Poems, Wisdom & Knowledge Poems, Summer Poems, Age Poems, Winter PoemsBased on Keywords: becalmed, childishly