Richard Butler Glaenzer

YESTERDAY

The world dreamed before me

A golden meadow

Silvered with rivers;

Larger than all eternity

And yet so small

That “Here is the world!”

I could say,

And lay it all

In your little hand.

But I spoke a woman’s name,

And the darkness of a thousand nights

Leaped from the past,

And dug between us

A chasm of aching distance.

I called to you;

But only the years answered.

You faded, faded,

And were lost

O phantom of today,

Méa of yesterday,

I thought there was no gulf

Our love could not bridge.