Second April — Sonnet IV

IV

Only until this cigarette is ended, A little moment at the end of all, While on the floor the quiet ashes fall, And in the firelight to a lance extended, Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended, The broken shadow dances on the wall, I will permit my memory to recall The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.

And then adieu,--farewell!

--the dream is done.

Yours is a face of which I can forget The color and the features, every one, The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;

But in your day this moment is the sun Upon a hill, after the sun has set.