Upon the Lap of Spring

Youth kneels to death

not daring to shake off the binding gyves

and stand free.

(Why search for an oasis in the desert

with only the spectral Joshua-arms outreaching?)

It is a tragic thing

to see youth, dreamless,

walk with the step of an old man

while April violins are calling

and stars are singing in their courses.

It is a tragedy

when autumn lies dead upon the lap of spring.