The Last Carrie Poem

Long summer days passed over them,

These hunters clothed in green;

Archaic forms from other days

Caught midstride in ranked array

While twisting songs of insects play

Among their beards unseen,

And winds sing dark, slow hymns

Another Carrie Poem

How could you so lightly leave

As morning wanes and passes,

So soft and swiftly that the dew

Still lay upon the grasses?

I could not think it a light thing,

Your shadow passing over,

And still so chill a bumblebee

Left standing still the clover.

Were you ever anything

That you had seemed to be?

A living shade tricked into life

As you slid from tree to tree?

I should, perhaps, myself be shamed

At my own dull surprise.

I myself walked toward the light

That dazzled in my eyes.

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I lay me down beside the deep;

The surf in slumber sealed me.

My thoughts were piled in crumpled heaps-

No secrets from myself could keep-

I held out only hope for sleep,

And doubted it could heal me.

A sea- maid walked upon the sand

The wind about her blowing.

She promised that her art could save

Me from myself. The words she gave

Throbbed like sea- winds in a cave.

I drank a potion from her hand

And slept beyond all knowing.

So, still beneath the sea- gray skies,

Entombed in blowing sand,

In slumber clasped, I rise in dreams

And walk the ocean's tidal streams

While the sea- maid beside me gleams

And turns to me her sea- gray eyes;

My wrist closed in her hand.

What can I do but walk the ocean,

Held in her cold- clasping hand,

While towering clouds above my head

Shape like faces of the dead,

And words have lost all use and dread?

Silent and calm I drank her potion.

So shall I ever wake again?