The opal heart of afternoon <br />Was clouding on to throbs of storm, <br />Ashen within the ardent west <br />The lips of thunder muttered harm, <br />And as a bubble like to break <br />Hung heaven's trembling amethyst, <br />When with the sedge-grass by the lake <br />I braceleted her wrist. <br /> <br />And when the ribbon grass was tied, <br />Sad with the happiness we planned, <br />Palm linked in palm we stood awhile <br />And watched the raindrops dot the sand; <br />Until the anger of the breeze <br />Chid all the lake's bright breathing down, <br />And ravished all the radiancies <br />From her deep eyes of brown. <br /> <br />We gazed from shelter on the storm, <br />And through out hearts swept ghostly pain <br />To see the shards of day sweep past, <br />Broken, and none might mend again. <br /> <br />Broken, that none shall ever mend; <br />Loosened, that none shall ever tie. <br />O the wind and the wind, will it never end? <br />O the sweeping past of the ruined sky!<br /><br />William Vaughn Moody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bracelet-of-grass/
