English poem VII

Imprinted in the lines of thy smile

Is the shyness once pursued by many.

Twofold is my happiness and solace it giveth me.

Now and then, when the rain comes to dull my senses,

Howling in whispers its uncanny wailing,

Obliterating the vastness of the horizon with its soft, white cloak.

I shall miss that brightness.

Those lines through which I used to walk in the sunless dawn.