King Pharamond

In thine eyes was a terror as thy lips' touches faded, Sore trembled thine arms as they fell away from me; And thy voice was grown piteous with words of beseeching, So that still for a little my search seemed unended. --Ah, enending, unchanging desire fulfils me! I cry out for thy comfort as thou clingest about me. O joy hard to bear, but for memory of sorrow, But for pity of past days whose bitter is sweet now! Let us speak, love, together some word of our story, That our lips as they part may remember the glory.