Afternoon

<SPAN name="VIII"></SPAN>VIII<br/> <br/> <br/> Within the house our love has chosen for its birth,<br/> With its familiar things that people coign and shade,<br/> Where we two live alone with only witnesses<br/> The roses gazing through the window from the glade;<br/> <br/> There are some days so filled with reassuring peace,<br/> Hours of the radiant summer with silence made so fair,<br/> I sometimes bring to stillness the balancing of time<br/> Within the great oak clock that stands close by the stair.<br/> <br/> Then is the hour, the day, the night so part of us<br/> That happiness which breathes upon us hears no thing<br/> Except the ardent throbbing of your heart and mine<br/> When quick embraces heart to yearning heart do bring.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />