The little river twittering in the twilight,
The wan, wondering look of the
pale sky,
This is
almost bliss.
And everything shut up and gone to sleep,
All the troubles and anxieties
and pain
Gone under
the twilight.
Only the twilight now, and the soft “Sh!” of the
river
That will last
for ever.
And at last I know my love for you is here;
I can see it all, it is whole
like the twilight,
It is large, so large, I could not see it before,
Because of the little lights
and flickers and interruptions,
Troubles, anxieties and
pains.
You are the call and I am the answer,
You are the wish, and I the
fulfilment,
You are
the night, and I the day.
What else - it is perfect enough.
It is perfectly
complete,
You and
I,
What more —
?
Strange, how we suffer in spite of this.