by: Zona Gale (1874-1938)

      LD Eyelot sees what never is.
      She says: "Pale lights move on the hill,
      Deep in the air are treasuries."
      She says: "I never go to mill
      Wood-way but something walks with me,
      So go wood-way I always will.
      Wood-walking, I go mad to see
      What will die out just as I turn
      To catch it by the crooked tree.
      I pass the bush that I saw burning
      With wild black flame at full of moon.
      That was a sight to set one learning
      What things one merely doubts at noon.
      A-well, I know not what I learned.
      God send that you may learn it soon.
      Windows for walls, thoughts that have turned
      Back into folk, gateways of horn,
      And the wild hearts that men have burned,
      These things I see. And ay, one morn
      I saw the little people bear
      Away my little child new-born.
      They gave her food yielded in air,
      Honey and rose-down.
      I looked and she was very fair.
      So when the people of the town
      (Who did not know) believed her dead
      And wrapped her in a cloudy gown
      I did not mourn. I only said:
      "She is the daughter of the Day
      And with the Night she has been wed.
      "I am the mother of that one
      Born for two worlds. And I am she
      Who sees more things than moon and sun
      And little stars will ever see."
      Old Eyelet sees what never is.
      She says: "Green lights move on the leas,
      Deep in the air are treasuries."
      I wonder what old Eyelot sees?

"Old Talk" is reprinted from The Secret Way. Zona Gale. New York: Macmillan Co., 1921.




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