KALEIDOS Number 3 | Page 24

Chapter 1

The sky is blue,

        The glad grass green.

My sad eyes woo

        The alien scene.

 

Oh, could my heart

        Partake of it

And feel no smart

        Feeling life flit!

I have no home,

        No hours save pain.

Sweet breezes, come

        Into my brain!

Great river so

        Quiet and true,

Teach me to go

        Through life like you!

I have no rest.

        My flowers have faded.

What was that quest

        My will evaded?

Even what I wish

       I care not for.

My heart is rich

        And my love poor.

 

Oh, golden day,

        Come into me

And my soul ray

        With sunlit glee!

 

Let me be merely

        A window‑pane

You pass through, clearly

        A warmed no‑pain.

 

I faint and shiver

        Hearing life come.

O passing river,

        Where is my home?

 

O happy hours

        That the fields wear,

Fresh summer showers!

        O my despair!

 

O glad horizons!

        O happy hills!

What pain imprisons

        My struggling wills?

 

What is between

        Myself and me?

What should have been

        Lest this should be?

 

My life no more

        Ever to be

Than a lone shore

        Struck by the sea!

 

What fate, what power

        Of dark despair

Makes each fair hour

        Taste as not fair?

 

Oh, for some rest!

        Give me a home,

A hope, a nest

        Not to stray from!

 

Somewhere in life

        Sure there must be

Something not strife

        Waiting for me.

 

Lead me to it,

        O happy day!

Make my heart fit

        Thy going away!

 

Wake me the hopes

        At least, though false,

My spirit gropes

        Round prison‑walls.

 

Low voice of streams,

        Sweet summer's wife -

Why made I dreams

        My only life?

Season Impressions by E. Xaron

(words by Summer Moments -F. Pessoa)

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Season

IMPRESSIONS