History

The listless beauty of the hour When snow fell on the apple trees And the wood-ash gathered in the fire And we faced our first miseries.

Then the sweeping sunshine of noon When the mountains like chariot cars Were ranked to blue battle--and you and I Counted our scars.

And then in a strange, grey hour We lay mouth to mouth, with your face Under mine like a star on the lake, And I covered the earth, and all space.

The silent, drifting hours Of morn after morn And night drifting up to the night Yet no pathway worn.

Your life, and mine, my love Passing on and on, the hate Fusing closer and closer with love Till at length they mate.