Viii

Within the house our love has chosen for its birth, With its familiar things that people coign and shade, Where we two live alone with only witnesses The roses gazing through the window from the glade;

There are some days so filled with reassuring peace, Hours of the radiant summer with silence made so fair, I sometimes bring to stillness the balancing of time Within the great oak clock that stands close by the stair.

Then is the hour, the day, the night so part of us That happiness which breathes upon us hears no thing Except the ardent throbbing of your heart and mine When quick embraces heart to yearning heart do bring.