I Like Stone Am Molded O'Er

What shimmers in the shadow like Behind the shadow of these eyes Twilight and the tryst Of time we cannot list But if my love I list the hours Spent beneath the woeful powers Of sun and moon and simmered star The hours will not get me far Bound in circles round the sun And circles make our hearts undone But there is final beauty in the place Where sunlight falls on wintr’y palace And all the portals of the sky Are frosted silver in the night There-my love-my soul is spent On memories-but not again I cannot rise-I cannot wake Tis crueler than a deathly state For if a broken soul may writhe And pass beyond its mortal rim At least in passing it doeth give A glint of what once was lived But I like stone am molded o’er Till crumbling turn to dust no more.