What mind lying open to my mind,
At a brazier crouching do I watch
A winter’s night? Is it to find
Under the long night out of which
A full moon sallies and floats on,
If the wind knows what voyage it fails,
When the wind finds that she is gone?
A great gaiety filled our sails
For the adventure we were in;
The mercurial whisper fanned
Vainglory and discipline.
That mind lies open to my mind
And to the moon’s eye. We decayed,
We decayed. And who now knows
Whether her laugh says what it said,
What she wears and where she goes,
Or at the midnight of this night
And in the cold bed she will have,
Whether she weeps, having taken fright
At the thought that it is her grave?