My First Love

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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
Tho' half an aeon older.

Once she kissed me very long,
Tip-toed out the door,
Left me, took her light along,
Faded as a music fades...
Then I saw the changing shades,
Color-blind no more.

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