Spectral Lovers By night they haunted a thicket of april mist, Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth else angels lost in each other and fallen on earth Lovers they knew they were but why unclasped unkissed? Why should two lovers be frozen apart in fear and yet they were, they were. Over the shedding of an april blossom Scarecly her fingers touched him, quick with care Yet of evasions even she made a snare. The heart was bold that clanged within her bosom the moment perfect the time stopped for them still her face turned from him. Strong were the batteries of the april night And they stealthy emnations of the field; Should the walls of her prison undefended yield And open her treasure to the first clamourous knight? This is the mad moon and shall I surrender all? If he but ask it I shall. And gesturing largely to the moon of easter mincing his steps and swishing the jubilantgrass, beheading some field-flowers that had come to pass he had reduced his tributaries faster had not considerations pinched his heart unfitly for his art. Do I reel with the sap of april like a drunkard? Blessed is he that taketh this richest of cities; but it is so stainless the sack were a thousand pities this is that marble fortress not to be conquered, Lest its white peace in the black flame turn to tinder an unutterable cinder. They passed me once in april in the mist No other season is it when one walks and discovers two tall wandering like spectral lovers white in the seasons moon gold and ameythyst who touch quick fingers flutterng like a bird whose songs shall never be heard. John Crow Ransom.