Fairy Changeling and Other Poems — Beware

Whose are the feet that pass me, echoing On unknown ways?

Whose are the lips that only part to sing Through all my days?

Not yours, fond youth, to fill mine eager eyes Or find that shore That will not let me rest, nor satisfies For evermore.

BEWARE

I closed my hands upon a moth And when I drew my palms apart, Instead of dusty, broken wings I found a bleeding human heart.

I crushed my foot upon a worm That had my garden for its goal, But when I drew my foot aside I found a dying human soul.

THE OLD MAID