About me

Morning has spread againThrough every street;And we are strange again;For should we meetHow can I tell you thatLast night you cameUnbidden in a dream?And how forgetThat we had worn down love good-humouredly;Talking in fits and startsAs friends;as they will beWho have let passion die within their hearts.Now;watching the red east expand;I wonder love can have already setIn dreams;when we've not metMore times than I can number on one hand.

About you

If hands could free you;heart; Where would you fly?Far;beyond every partOf earth this running skyMakes desolate? Would you crossCity and hill and sea If hands could set you free?I would not lift latch; For I could runThrough fields;pit-valleys;catchAll beauty under the sun.Still end in loss:I should find no bent arm;no bed To rest my head.