| Silent Visit... Robert Graves... |
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I was walking in my garden Judiciously, calmly, Curved mattock in hand Heavy basket on shoulder, When all of a sudden |
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You kissed me most kindly From forhead to chin, Thourgh arriving unseen As a pledge of love-magic And wordlessly even. |
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Had you come, long-announced, Wearing velvets and silk After travels of grandeur From Greece to the Yemen, Socotra to Aden, |
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With no rapture of silence Nor rapture of absence- No poem to greet you, No burst of green glory From trees in my garden.... |
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but you came, a grown woman, No longer the child Whom I loved well enough When your age was just seven- Who would enter alone The close thickets of Eden And there would run wild. |
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