The glass is broken. Watch the rain trees sway.

And on the year’s calendar winds will change its date.

Imprisoned water springs its fount. Delay

The passage of the clouds: shelter their fate—

The glass is breaking for that pair’s sweet play.

Look as the pages turn. Anticipate

Each sparrow’s song. See, on this shimmering day

Their virgin mouths are opened. ’Tis not late:

The glass will break. And on the rim’s cold rings

Fades slowly one warm kiss left by a pair

Of lips. The pages turn the wind. And there

The fountain tears this cup in two; thus sings

The breaking glass. As two and two make four,

Rejoice: lips that were strangers, are no more.


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