Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell (7 September 1887 - 9 December 1964 / Scarborough, Yorkshire)
Comments about Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
By The Lake
ACROSS the flat and the pastel snow
Two people go . . . . 'And do you remember
When last we wandered this shore?' . . . 'Ah no!
For it is cold-hearted December.'
'Dead, the leaves that like asses's ears hung on the trees
When last we wandered and squandered joy here;
Now Midas your husband will listen for these
Whispers--these tears for joy's bier.'
And as they walk, they seem tall pagodas;