The Poetry Corner

Bygones

By Bert Leston Taylor

Or ever a lick of Art was done, Or ever a one to care, I was a Purple Polygon, And you were a Sky-Blue Square. You yearned for me across a void, For I lay in a different plane, I'd set my heart on a Red Rhomboid, And your sighing was in vain. You pined for me as well I knew, And you faded day by day, Until the Square that was heavenly Blue, Had paled to an ashen grey. A myriad years or less or more, Have softly fluttered by, Matters are much as they were before, Except 'tis I that sigh. I yearn for you, but I have no chance, You lie in a different plane, I break my heart for a single glance, And I break said heart in vain. And ever I grow more pale and wan, And taste your old despair, When I was a Purple Polygon, And you were a Sky-Blue Square.