Xxxvii

Well I found you in the twilit garden, Laid a lover’s hand upon your shoulder, And we both were made aware of loving Past the reach of reason to unravel, Or the much desiring heart to follow.

There we heard the breath among the grasses And the gurgle of soft-running water, Well contented with the spacious starlight, The cool wind’s touch and the deep blue distance, Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.