Each Friday I post one of my poems.
How happy was I, the last time we danced,
And all that afternoon; what bliss I found,
Just to recall the sight of your fair face
As we had made our turns about the floor
And, for a breath, I held you in my arms.
But as the days that followed passed me by,
My happiness began to fade away—
Though I could summon up that joy again
By, in my conscious will, choosing to think
A while of that short space of time once more—
And melancholy creep into my soul,
Where it had once, before that set, held sway.
Why should delight so fleetingly depart,
When it had scarcely blossomed in my heart?
I wrote this later in the week after I wrote “To the Dance”, when my temperament began to return to its more usual melancholy. As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog; in particular, I’d like to know which poems you think are my best.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.