We tarry time until the rising star,
Colloquing here and thither, halves and all.
So rare the waking answer midnight’s call:
Tonight, as every night, awake we are,
To speak the moonlight streaming from afar,
When, through our waking, we in dreams enthrall—
In speech and laughter, break each other’s wall—
And sleep has rarely caught us in its jar.
The summer starts; we pull away our minds.
Rivering wend of time the autumn past,
Distracting winter, spring’s untying binds—
As months and seasons pass, do we come close,
Only to fly apart by stark contrast?
Need we dream thence, afloat in prolix flows?