Of all my seasons this
has been the longest and the sweetest summer
and it's to stay for ever.
Sap in our green is bliss
running through all our stems so wilfully
no season's cold can sever
the wild exquisite flow.
You lie at my roots, I at yours,
our green oak spanning
where we lie loving low.
We came together, two springing streams, two dawns,
two single visions scanning
adjacent valleys that led -
how could we guess? - each to the same deep stream.
Oh what a sunny river
what a clear stream-bed
what green and secret banks and lazy bends,
swift lights that quiver
through leaves on our surfaces.
Your in unfathomable eyes and limbs
are summer's sap and stream
and all that by nature nurses,
By love, life back into life where life
had all but ceased to gleam.