First Love

All my ways she wove of light,

Wove them all alive,

Made them warm and beauty bright…

So the trembling ambient air

Clothes the golden waters where

The pearl fishers dive.

When she wept and begged a kiss

Very close I’d hold her,

And I know so well in this

Fine fierce joy of memory

She was very young like me

Though half an aeon older.

Once she kissed me very long,

Tiptoed out the door,

Left me, took her light along,

Faded as a music fades…

Then I saw the changing shades,

Color-blind no more.

F. Scott Fitzgerald