If I Should Die, Think Only This

All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

Just Now The Lilac Is In Bloom All Before My Little Room.

Breathless, We Flung Us On A Windy Hill, Laughed In The Sun, And Kissed The Lovely Grass.

I Have A Thousand Images Of You In An Hour; All Different And All Coming Back To The Same. I Think Of You Once Against A Sky Line: And On The Hill That Sunday Morning. The Light And The Shadow And Quietness And The Rain And The Wood. And You. Your Arms And Lips And Hair And Shoulders And Voice - You.

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow