Collected Poems
Song
Song
My head to my heart has said
I'm a fool to feel as I do,
dear, on my way to you,
like a boy just out of school
hell-bent for the swimming-pool:
for I might find you dead,
or warm in the arms of a fool.
But I leap into the brightness
as once when I was a boy,
on a mountain, rash with joy,
I stepped off into the whiteness
of a snow-bank shining and beckoning,
delighted, taking no reckoning.