ALL night long in love, in the darkness, passing through your lips, my love— Breathing the same breath, being folded in the same sleep, losing sense of Me and Thee, Into empyreal regions, beloved of the gods, united, we ascend together. Then in the morning on the high hill-side in the sun, looking down upon the spires of the larches and Scotch firs, Mortal, we tread again the earthy floor. O Earth, the floor of heaven— O Sun, shining aloft in the sky so pure— O children of the sun, ye flowers and streams, and little mortals walking the earth for a time— And we too gazing for a time, for a time, for a time, into each other's eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON TWO FUNERALS: 2. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNET: 45 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |