HOODED in angry mist, the sun goes down:
Steel-gray the clouds roll out across the Sea:
Is this a Kingdom? Then give Death the crown,
For here no emperor hath won, save He.
Though from the blackened grasses of the spring
The dead look up to where the swallow flies:
And in this woodland never a bird will sing-
The laughter lives within the sentry’s eyes.
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.
No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.
From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn’t show.
A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.
was pure destiny,
You and I
were ment to be.
Maybe not now
but someday soon,
We’ll meet not under the sun
but beneath the moon.
We’ll watch the stars
’till they fade away,
but we won’t fade
together we’ll always stay.
This is the day
I’m waiting for,
from that day
I’ll love you more and more.
I can’t wait to watch
the sun set with you,
every sunset from that day
’till the rest of
our lives are through.