Mary Carolyn Davies: A Girl's Songs

A Girl's Songs

Mary Carolyn Davies

Borrower

I sing of sorrow,    I sing of weeping. I have no sorrow.
I only borrow From some tomorrow    Where it lies sleeping, Enough of sorrow    To sing of weeping. 

Vintage

Heartbreak that is too new    Can not be used to make Beauty that will startle;    That takes an old heartbreak.
Old heartbreaks are old wine. Too new to pour is mine. 

The Kiss

Your kiss lies on my face    Like the first snow Upon a summer place.
Bewildered by that wonder, The grasses tremble under The thing they do not know. I tremble even so. 

Free

 Over and over     I tell the sky:     I am free — I!
 Over and over I tell the sea:     — I am free!
 Over and over I tell my lover     I am free, free!  Over and over.
But when the night comes black and cold, I who am young, with fear grow old; And I know, when the world is clear of sound, I am bound — bound.