So Much

The sun was beginning to ease up the sky
When a girl on my pond flashed in my eye.
Sheathed toe to head in an apple-ripe red
Hair from her cap flew back as she sped.
Over the white ice smoothly she sailed—
Red, with gold waving, beautifully sailed!
Gleam of her smile lit, as she spun,
Lit up the day more than pale old sun.
Around and around, then gathering speed,
Sudden, she leaped! True ice-queen indeed!
Arms held as rainbows, legs spread in grace,
Made she my pond her spectacular place!
Then, her head lifted through figure eight play,
Let her green lights sweep over my way.

Bare the dark trees; hills are bare, too;
Nothing above but sun in pale blue.
Loud, oh so loudly, sings through the skies,
Girl on her skates, joy in her eyes!

Still, I did lean there; still, by a tree;
Dreams were uncalmly thrilling through me.
Sat I, hard-steadied, my skates putting on;
Time was to stake me a claim on my pond.
Out on the ice, then, circling with ease,
Round I did whirl in my black dungarees.
Tight my short jacket, cap was tight, too;
Fierce were my eyebrows over eyes true.
Quick to my speed, then a blast upon air—
Perfect quadruple, landed right fair!
She kept on skating, seemed not to see—
Me spinning closer, closer to she.
Sudden she leaped! Twirled in my path!
Ice-drilling devil; I had to laugh.

Bare the dark trees; hills are bare, too;
Nothing above but sun in pale blue.
Loud, oh so loudly, sings o’er the land,
Girl on OUR pond, hand in MY hand!

Off went our skates, quick on we did trip,
Trembled together, lip far from lip.
Topping a hill, o’er-looking that vale,
There was my cabin, ready to sail!
Ocean of motion sang in the springs;
Mattress of passion—life had its wings!
Joy was our meaning, joy our first love,
Joy in our competence, nothing above!
Then we lay resting, side pressing side,
Masters of everything, nothing denied.
Slanting my eyes to look on her face,
Felt I a god in my heaven’s place.

Bare the log walls, ceiling was bare;
Nothing below but rugs old and spare.
Soft, oh so softly, whispered she low,
“Naught, but for this, I’d skating forego.”

Now we are wedded, years have gone by;
Teenage our children, learning to fly.
Skates on the sky-way silverly sweep,
Lines of our competence never to sleep.
Over the blue ice smoothly they sail;
Man-rising princes, sure not to fail.
Flash of the sun gleams, in a hit;
They’re rolling over, as laughing with it.
Swoop! to the landing,—“Steady”—just right;
Masterful boys, their parent’s delight.
Green eyes and blue eyes look at us glad;
We’re in our heaven, mother and dad.
“Now let’s go skating!” One of them sings,—
Mother is already standing in wings!

Bare the dark trees; hills are bare, too;
Nothing above but sun in pale blue.
Loud, oh so loudly, sings through the skies,
Girl on her skates, joy in her eyes!

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