The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.
And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.