23.07.2007, 11:06
Fields far below us,--silence in the wood,--
Gold slanting rays down through green branches shed,--
You, clear against the hazy golden flood,--
And in your voice the summer as you said:
"I loved you once because a dream had come
Of what you might be,--and that was not you.
And once I hated, since my heart was numb
With pain to know my perfect hope untrue.
And once to make you other than you were
I would have mounted Calvary on bent knees.
But now,--dear lover whom such tempests stir,--
I am forever done with all of these.
My love is yours:--be tender, fierce, or strange,--
You still are you, unchanged through every change.
Gold slanting rays down through green branches shed,--
You, clear against the hazy golden flood,--
And in your voice the summer as you said:
"I loved you once because a dream had come
Of what you might be,--and that was not you.
And once I hated, since my heart was numb
With pain to know my perfect hope untrue.
And once to make you other than you were
I would have mounted Calvary on bent knees.
But now,--dear lover whom such tempests stir,--
I am forever done with all of these.
My love is yours:--be tender, fierce, or strange,--
You still are you, unchanged through every change.