What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you

The stain of love
Is upon the world
Yellow, yellow, yellow
It eats into the leaves
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky

There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world

I am alone
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky

See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle

How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?