The Parting of Ways

 THE SKIES from black to pearly grey
 Had veered without a star or sun;
Only a burning opal ray
 Fell on your brow when all was done.


Aye, after victory, the crown;
 Yet through the fight no word of cheer;
And what would win and what go down
 No word could help, no light make clear.


A thousand ages onward led
 Their joys and sorrows to that hour;
No wisdom weighed, no word was said,
 For only what we were had power.


There was no tender leaning there
 Of brow to brow in loving mood;
For we were rapt apart, and were
 In elemental solitude.


We knew not in redeeming day
 whether our spirits would be found
Floating along the starry way,
 Or in the earthly vapours drowned.


Brought by the sunrise-coloured flame
 To earth, uncertain yet, the while
I looked at you, there slowly came,
 Noble and sisterly, your smile.


We bade adieu to love the old;
 We heard another lover then,
Whose forms are myriad and untold,
 Sigh to us from the hearts of men.

Form: Quatrain

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