To Anna Quinn

I'll make a song for you - 
That should it be
That you return no more to me
In this song I may look and see
You smiling in at me - 
You winking in at me

And I can trace the line
Curving divine
From your neck to heel
And feel
Your sympathy of heart
Upon my tragic art.

O how I break
My heart in two
That you
May put your fingers in and take
All that to me is true
In love….
Great God above
Must I for ever see as in a glass
The loveliness of earth? the girls that pass

§ Title in pencil