You I loved in silent meadows
Days of sun and secret shadows
Doubtable but not for preening
Holding hands and missing meaning
Kissing cares and finding pharaohs
Blundering on ancient barrows
April shaking off her shelling
Wondering in wan-step welling
You I knew in days of daring
Hyacinths and hares for caring
What is Love but knowing never
Save that you said always
Ever
