Hours in the Sun
These hours in the sun
May not remain.
Fleetly time’s ripples run,
Nor pass again.
This murmuring of the reeds
Above our head—
This ecstasy that feeds
The rose with red—
The glimmer of the grass
Divinely bright,
Flicker, and then flame, and pass
Into the night.
And your swift heart that leaps
To answer mine—
Ah, many a lover sleeps
And gives no sign