VIOLET SYMPHONY

By John Gould Fletcher

But yesterday

Moonsails were raking high the harbour of my dreams.

Dull night of trees,

Dark sorrows drooping,

Glittering raindrops gleam on you

In recollection

Of my despair.

But yesterday

Stardust was scattered deep on the dark gulf of my dreams.

Wind of the night,

Questing, swaying, calling,

Rustle of dull grasses,

Why do you trouble me?

Yesterday

Purple mist was powdered on the windless sea of dreams.

Faces of the night that pass me,

Haggard, monotonous faces,

Windblown hair and lustful lips,

I am not what you desire.

Yesterday

One — two — sails above the mist —.

Windswallows that hover

Towards the rainclouds of the horizon,

Out of the reedy harbours

Rocking, swaying, falling,

Blown to sea and parted

Yesterday,

Yesterday.