Carrier Letter - by Hart Cane

My hands have not touched water since your hands,– 

No; – nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell'.

And with the day, distance again expands

Between us, voiceless as an uncoiled shell.

Yet, – much follows, much endures... Trust birds alone:

A dove's wings clung about my heart last night

With surging gentleness; and the blue stone

Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.