Eda Lou Walton

From “Beyond Sorrow”

NOW more than ever divided,

Loving and yet not loving,

A worshiper of your gentleness,

Demanding my own aloofness;

Now more than ever divided,

Two of myself, two in you;

Reared as a tower of granite

Bright on the last blue hill,

Crumbled and rooted with wild-flowers

Under the touch of your hand,

Torn as a leaf from a woodvine

Colorfully tossed to the wind,

Caught with dry tendrils of yearning

Close to an ancient wall!