Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

If beneath the blue and honeyed light,
we dream of love, and watch
milk-lather waves in tumbling play,
then we can recall those dreams
when shadows scream
and mind-aches sway
our thoughts—
there’s evil about
and cold winds blow, my love,
but there! They sweep the sky
of storms, and blanketed against the air,
we wait for sun-dazzled caramel rays
to cast aside the haunted winter-breath
and with summer-warmth overlay.
The Oracle kept giving me “shadow,” today, and it made me think of the Lady of Shallott,
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.”
And aren’t we all?
The Lady of Shalott.” John William Waterhouse