Silver Shadows [Dedicated to Nora May French] Elegy

I have vainly sought love and lost, yet wait—alone
I must fall fathoms-deep, before I find it, this I know

And to my sweet, but broken heart a silver voice replies
‘Like a butterfly: death will take you, and make you alive’

There will be no repentant eyes, nor broken wings,
Only a moment of faith, from hours of heart felt tears.

Oh tangled winds, with silver wings, do bring, do bring
This fallen bird, eyed with light, eternal love and night!

Do bring, do bring, silver shadows, to this lifeless thing,
Then I will sing, sing, in the far off hung sea waves—

I will sing, sing, in the gave, to the sea’s harsh heartbeat,
And as our voices meet, farewell, farewell to humanity;

The sea morns with grief, brings to me its mystery—
I hear it calling, calling, with untroubled, misty eyes:

I hear it calling, calling me: “Come, I will set you free!”
Fathoms deep my echoes reach: ‘I follow at thy will!…’



Notes: #1387[7/12/06] Died November 7, 1907; born: 1881 in New York State; attended UCLA; associated editor on the ‘Argonaut’; Poet, Journalist, killed herself at George Sterling’s (Poet of San Francisco) home at Carmel by he sea, by way of cyanide, November 13, 1907.