the sun immense and rosy

must have sunk and become extinct

the night you closed your eyes for ever against me.

grey days, and wan, dree dawnings

since then, with fritter of flowers—

day wearies me with its ostentation and fawnings.

still, you left me the nights,

the great dark glittery window,

the bubble hemming this empty existence with

lights.

still in the vast hollow

like a breath in a bubble spinning

brushing the stars, goes my soul, that skims the

bounds like a swallow!

i can look through

the film of the bubble night, to where you are.

through the film i can almost touch you.

eastwood