I Once

By LaBruyere in childhood on

I once took refuge in the tainted past Clung to fairy tales and happy ends. The foolishness of youth to think 'twould last; I am--I was--as carefree as the winds. But taint or not, their power over me Was no less in their words than in spells cast And…

DFC XV. Glosa: The Lips of June

By LaBruyere in alfrednoyes on

Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June: All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon, Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst. Come away in twilight and let the echo ring We haven't any…