A POEM THAT ELEANOR SENT AMORY SEVERAL YEARS
by: F. Scott Fitzgerald
- ERE, Earth-born,
over the lilt of the water,
- Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light,
- Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter . . .
- Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night.
- Walking alone . . . was is splendor, or what, we were bound
- Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair?
- Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground
- Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air.
- That was the day . . . and the night for another story,
- Pale as a dream and shadowed with penciled trees--
- Ghosts of the stars came by who had sought for glory,
- Whispered to us of peace in the plaintive breeze,
- Whispered of old dead faiths that the day had shattered,
- Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon;
- That was the urge that we knew and the language that mattered
- That was the debt that was paid to the userer June.
- Here, deepest of dreams, by the waters that bring not
- Anything back of the past that we need not know,
- What if the light is but sun and the little streams sing
- We are together, it seems . . . I have loved you so . . .
- What did the last night hold, with the summer over,
- Drawing us back to the home in the changing glade?
- What leered out of the dark in the ghostly clover?
- God! . . . till you stirred in your sleep . . . and were
wild afraid . . .
- Well . . . we have passed . . . we are chronicle now to the
- Curious metal from meteors that failed in the sky;
- Earth-born the tireless is stretched by the water, quite
- Close to this ununderstandable changeling that's I . . .
- Fear is an echo we traced to Security's daughter;
- Now we are faces and voices . . . and less, too soon,
- Whispering half-love over the lilt of the water . . .
- Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon.
MORE POEMS BY F. SCOTT FITZGERALD
"A Poem That Eleanor Sent Amory
Several Years Later" is reprinted from This Side of Paradise.
F. Scott Fitzgerald. New York: Scribners, 1920.