If I Should

If I should dream no more
if I should hold no hope
if I should walk the evening
    paths alone and pass unknowing
           every lovely thing

if stones should learn to bloom
    and wild mountains waver, wilt and fade,
           faint and fall, and scatter fine as mist
if seas should rise to meet the sky
    and quench the ancient lunar thirst
           and searing passions of the sun
and stars depart upon an ebbing tide
    of light that turns across the heavens'
           span and passes always from all sight

if I should dream no more
my heart grow cold and silent
    with a grief too deep for tears
then shall I turn
    no more my thoughts
           to you.


J