O YOU AMONG WOMEN When pails empty the last brightness Of the well, at twilight-time, And you are there among women -- O mouth of silence, Will you come to me, when I sign, To the far green wood, that fences A lake inlaid with light? To be there, O, lost in each other, While day melts in airy water, And the drake-headed pike -- a shade In the waves' pale stir! For love is there, under the breath, As a coy star is there in the quiet Of the wood's blue eye. -- F. R. Higgins ( 1896-1941)