Love Song

That night in Central Park, we two Stared at the rippled waters of The placid lake; and only you And I, so much we were in love, Heard singing where no birdsong was, Rich in the pulse; and you and I Over the dark and starlit glass Kissed as the brown ducks glided by.

So still it was great stars burned out In flakes on the unruffled air; And quiet as our hearts were not The shadows of the shy birds were; The sleeping wind stirred in the west; Immense and infinite and deep, Night leaned against time's lovely breast With half-the-world asleep.