Lay you so cold and still
no wound could make you cry
no kiss could break your sleep

in dark and bulk of earth
our clasp all bone to bone
beneath the ruined wall

or in the dead of night
the wind among the rocks
the uproar of the sea

or came you round the door
stood still for ever there
your look all mine again

O Love, however strange,
wherever I shall be lost
or do you go or stay

or at the cloudless noon
or in the stealth of dawn
O Love, however far,

your breath upon my lips
your blood entreating mine
this time still warm and living

when flesh and fleeting ghost
are salt upon our lips
and savour of forever.