.. . . Would I Were In

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.

Infinite Hungers Leap No More I In The Chance Swaying Of Your Dress; And Love Has Changed To Kindliness.

And In My Flower-beds, I Think, Smile The Carnation And The Pink.

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

Stands The Church Clock At Ten To Three? And Is There Honey Still For Tea?