IN AN ORCHARD

Airy and quick and wise

In the shed light of the sun,

You clasp with friendly eyes

The thoughts from mine that run.

But something breaks the link;

I solitary stand

By a giant gully's brink

In some vast gloomy land.

Sole central watcher, I

With steadfast sadness now

In that waste place descry

‘ Neath the awful heavens how

Your life doth dizzy drop

A little foam of flame

From a peak without a top

To a pit without a name.