TO EVE IN TEARS

YOU laughed, and all the fountains of the East

Leapt up to Heaven with their diamond rain

To hang in light, and when your laughter ceased

Dropped shivered arrows to the ground again.

You laughed, and from the belfries of the earth

The music rippled like a shaken pool;

And listless banners at the breeze of mirth

Were stirred in harbours suddenly made cool.

You wept, and all the music of the air

— As when a hand is laid upon a bell —

Was stilled, and Dryads of the tossing hair

Crept back abashed within the secret dell.