The speaker addresses someone in pain and offers a gentle dream of escape. In a place called Nowhere, on the far side of There, they will be happy and free of care; the pair will become simple, fused images—blossom and bough, heavens and moon, breeze and air. The present sorrow is not denied. The speaker admits, “My own heart is breaking,” but chooses to be strong by imagining a time when they are done with being “anywhere” at all.
That imagined future is quiet and still: sorrow and time lose their power, and the two become “the silence / That sits behind the door,” lasting evermore. The repeated “We shall be” makes the poem feel like a vow or a lullaby. The mood is tender, wistful, and trancelike—part comfort, part dreamy escape. It sounds as if the speaker is singing someone through grief toward a peaceful dissolving of individual pain, offering not a solution but a shared refuge in the thought of eventually letting go.