They are unholy who are born To love wild plum at night, Who once have passed it on a road Glimmering and white.
It is as though the darkness had Speech of silver words, Or as though a cloud of stars Perched like ghostly birds.
They are unpitied from their birth And homeless in men's sight, Who love, better than the earth, Wild plum at night.
By Orrick Johns. Published in The New Poetry: An Anthology of Twentieth Century Verse in English. New York: The Macmillan Company, 1923. The MacMillan Company, New York, 1923.