To think that he loved such a one, Who rose against the sky to shut out day. And he quivered, to think that he was the blade, in sunlight, To flash, and strip these boughs, and spill their fragrance. Wind hurried the last year's leaves, their shadows hurried, And clouds blew down the sky. The earth grows old, the moon is already dead, But you are young, you tremble because you love me, It is all we have. Let nothing more be said.
Shadows gather and brood, under the trees.
Follow the lanterns, lest we come to harm. Low massed clouds, with dazzling sinister edges, And a sea gull, falling in high pale sunlight. Earth spins in her shadow. We are struck down, we hear no music. The moisture of night is in our hands.