Too late to say,I love you,
When the light shadows fall.
The still night vibrant with the tang of spring
Makes longings small.
Did I once love you?
Did I seek in vain?
The earth that calls me, overshadows all.
Did your dark eyes once draw me
As a bow
Draws music from a violin?
I have forgotten all but being kin
To haunting dusty silences
The tableau of the overshaded sky;
The swell of orange-blossom sent
Unmoving bathes the vibrant silences
Deep-blent in earth,and all the earth of me.
The long-repeated cool,dry summer nights
The little vestige of eternity
That merges youth and age,
The backdrop for the crystal pageantry
Of all small sounds,
Far-carried near and clear.
The handclasp of today and yesteryear,
The flicked-back page
Now yesterdays,tomorrows and todays,
Filling the little shells of you and me,
Diverse,untouching,in the mystery
Of timelessness that overshadows need
Of liitle love,dwarfed by infinity.