You, love, and I, (He whispers) you and I, And if no more than only you and I What care you or I? Counting the beats, Counting the slow heart beats, The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats, Wakeful they lie. Cloudless day, Night, and a cloudless day; Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day From a bitter sky. Where shall we be, (She whispers) where shall we be, When death strikes home, O where then shall we be Who were you and I? Not there but here, (He whispers) only here, As we are, here, together, now and here, Always you and I. Counting the beats, Counting the slow heart beats, The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats, Wakeful they lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY ON THYRZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION GREENNESS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN A RHYME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |