Ezra Pound

Au Jardin

O you away high there, you that lean From amber lattices upon the cobalt night, I am below amid the pine trees, Amid the little pine trees, hear me! 'The jester walked in the garden. ' Did he so? Well, there's no use your loving me That way, Lady; For I've nothing but songs to give you. I am set wide upon the world's ways To say that life is, some way, a gay thing, But you never string two days upon one wire But there'll come sorrow of it. And I loved a love once, Over beyond the moon there, I loved a love once, And, may be, more times, But she danced like a pink moth in the shrubbery. Oh, I know you women from the 'other folk', And it'll all come right, O' Sundays. 'The jester walked in the garden. ' Did he so?