Two Poems by Robert Ainsworth

Whispers

I whisper my secret to the wandering air –
The name of her whom I so long to name:
My lissome love, my beauty past compare.
I whisper my longings to the wandering air:

“Go swift to her, winds, caress her velvet hair,
Breathe kisses, and set her heart aflame!”
I whisper my secret to the wandering air –
The name of her whom I so long to name.

Furtive Star

As lovely as you are – and you truly are –
My eyes have seen something even lovelier yet:
Your beautiful soul, like a distant, furtive star
Elusively gleaming. You drew me from afar
With the light in your eyes, and that light I can never forget.