Emma Oresteia

Let the tear fall, that clashes as it dies:
it was as much as his three companions could do
to entertain away
his notice
of the lateness of the hour.

But see, here is another sign. Footprints are here:
the plan of a drain, the change of a fence,
the felling of a tree --
you thought you saw me, and again
when you were measuring my tracks.

Having arranged all these matters,
looked them through and put them all to rights;
Friends, tell me only
what you would have, and it is yours.
We have all the comforts which the wind was despoiling

and the length of the day
which only made the cruel sights the longer visible.