The more of her you see
come lively and unstuck
the less you think is adequate
this my melody.
Music has what sense it has,
its notes to life as rain to sea:
the more of them I see
the vaguer their call, through waves, is.
It is I see you
parting hair
in pictures take my stare.
The more of you I see—
whoever drew
on canvas with you there—
the more in time I try to view
of past and past's vision bright in air,
which yet your beauty has, with beauty,
to bestrew.
The more of you you see
by your grace, you're harder struck;
the less you like which notes I pluck
the more of me (and you) you see.
The more of love they sing as luck
(hopefully, hopefully)
the more of her they see;
the more of you they see.