bit more each day and who's ivory stillness creeps
death who steals
crisp young
petals
from
inMay
trees
death whose leagues upon miles upon fathoms of dreamless shuteyes strengthless and wilts mutest uncolour
shall filch meoryou to soon from the other 's, unyouthing also, arms
but death never will conquer the svelte instant of your smile or the unlank verdance of their snarling crimson imping with my lips soundless legions of eternal SUMMER