THE night was a failure        but why not—?
 
     In the darkness
        with the pale dawn seething¹ at the window
        through the black frame
        I could not be free,
        not free myself from the past, those others—
        and our love was a confusion,
        there was a horror,
        you recoiled² away from me.
 
     Now, in the morning
     As we sit in the sunshine on the seat by the little
          shrine³,
     And look at the mountain-walls,
     Walls of blue shadow,
     And see so near at our feet in the meadow
     Myriads of dandelion pappus
     Bubbles ravelled in the dark green grass
     Held still beneath the sunshine—
 
     It is enough, you are near—
     The mountains are balanced,
     The dandelion seeds stay half-submerged in the
          grass;
     You and I together
     We hold them proud and blithe⁴
     On our love.
     They stand upright on our love,
     Everything starts from us,
     We ............