Richard Aldington

I HAVE drifted along this river

Until I moored my boat

By these crossed trunks.

Here the mist moves

Over fragile leaves and rushes,

Colorless waters and brown, fading hills.

You have come from beneath the trees

And move within the mist,

A floating leaf.

O blue flower of the evening,

You have touched my face

With your leaves of silver.

Love me, for I must depart.