Sonnet II

Whispered to me has this fell secret been:

That dreams of youth have not yet been in vain.

For still there is a beauty not yet seen,

for which this heart may yet still beat again.

These charcoal skies; they shade these ancient trees.

This forest path I feel the urge to tread.

As spring begins, I crave the fallen leaves;

and long to flee this shining sun I dread.

Still shadows dance along my cavern walls;

these shadows of a fair and holy form.

They greet me as night, dark and lonely, falls –

they urge me on until the day is born.

And if the sun has done one deed for me,

it is these shadows it has cast of thee.