Lewis Alexander, "Quatrains" (1927)
Or seent of violet,
And noon brings no sweet repose
To grapple with regret.
Who has taken the stars,
Which gave a bashful light,
Between the age-worn scars
Of the eternal night?
I am a humming sea shell,
You are a boundless sea,
Your lovely lyric waters
Flow on and under me.
Teday is the day of love,
Tomorrow may not be,
So live our lives as we may
And trust eternity.
Give me your stars to hold
O sky of blue delight,
Your moon of laughter gold
To diadem my night.