My Jealousy

by Patience Worth

Patience Worth

I would that sorrow were not
A common lot. I would that she
Might never fellow with all creation.
I am jealous. To me she is like
Unto old moonlight filtering
The dust of ages earthward,
Webbing the garden, softening the scene,
Leaving just a whit of dew!

Last updated January 14, 2019