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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 that cold winter day, And the sun was pale, as if scolded by God, And a few leaves lay on the bare ground; They had fallen from an ash tree, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were like eyes that wander Over boring puzzles from long ago; And some words moved between us back and forth Which lost more because of our love.
The smile on your mouth 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, harsh lessons that love deceives, And twists with wrong, have shaped for me Your face, and the cursed sun, and a tree, And a pond bordered with grayish leaves.