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We stood by a pond that winter day,We stood by a pond that winter day
We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; – They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove Over tedious riddles of years ago; And some words played between us to and fro On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing Alive enough to have strength to die; And a grin of bitterness swept thereby Like an ominous bird a-wing….
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree, And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
We stood by a pond on a winter day, And the sun was pale, as if scolded by God, And a few leaves lay on the barren ground; They had fallen from an ash tree and were gray.
Your eyes looked at me like eyes that wander Over boring puzzles from years ago; And some words were exchanged between us Which lost their meaning because of our love.
The smile on your lips was the most lifeless thing Alive enough to have the strength to die; And a bitter grin passed by Like a threatening bird flying….
Since then, sharp lessons that love deceives, And causes pain, have shaped my view Of your face, the cursed sun, a tree, And a pond surrounded by gray leaves.