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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 cold winter day, And the sun was pale, as if scolded by God, And a few leaves lay on the dry ground; They had fallen from an ash tree and were gray.
Your eyes looked at me like they were searching Through boring puzzles from the past; And some words went back and forth between us 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 wrongs, have shaped for me Your face, and the cursed sun, and a tree, And a pond surrounded by gray leaves.