Miranda's Island (verse)
Conkling, Grace Hazard
Miranda's Island Here are the dolphin furrows and here the shore Of voices blurs the wind with a foam of words, But she is not listening to them any more: Nor is there a reason left for the crying...
...Here is an island in the remoter sea, Remembering this long time the way her hands Expected answers: and how she used to be Sure that a ship would come...
...Miranda's Island Here are the dolphin furrows and here the shore Of voices blurs the wind with a foam of words, But she is not listening to them any more: Nor is there a reason left for the crying birds To whirl in their lovely protest like gusts of snow With no wind blowing, like tumbling crests in air Of waves dilated, for who will be watching now...
...That wonder within her eyes persists, but where...
...Islands are strange Mirrors forever of all they have looked upon...
...Grace Hazard Conkling...
...The very sands Remember her light footfall: and no change Persuades the place her beauty can be gone Even to its moon-seen shadow...
Vol. 11 • February 1930 • No. 17
