Beauty Has Been Hid

sail a splendid melody

was a time I did

on waters that flowed smooth and free

o but beauty has been hid

where’s the gold-leaf page the ancient chart

to mark where down she slid

I told her I’d give up my breath

to find where beauty has been hid

a couple copper coins are all I hold

I place them on sleeping lids

I bid her come in from the cold

but beauty has been hid

the inkwell of a stormy sky

a blouse the breeze undid

the heart that even now would try

o but beauty has been hid

unrecorded — video of early version here