Borrower

I sing of sorrow,
   I sing of weeping.
I have no sorrow.

I only borrow
From some tomorrow
   Where it lies sleeping,
Enough of sorrow
   To sing of weeping.

Vintage

Heartbreak that is too new
   Can not be used to make
Beauty that will startle;
   That takes an old heartbreak.

Old heartbreaks are old wine.
Too new to pour is mine.

The Kiss

Your kiss lies on my face
   Like the first snow
Upon a summer place.

Bewildered by that wonder,
The grasses tremble under
The thing they do not know.
I tremble even so.

Free

   Over and over
   I tell the sky:
   I am free -- I!

   Over and over I tell the sea:
   -- I am free!

   Over and over I tell my lover
   I am free, free!
   Over and over.

But when the night comes black and cold,
I who am young, with fear grow old;
And I know, when the world is clear of sound,
I am bound -- bound.