| [from Trilogy For X]... Louis Macneice... |
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And love hung still as crystal over the bed And filled the corners of the enormous room; The boom of dawn that left her sleeping, showing The flowers mirrored in the mahogany table. |
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O my love, if only I were able To protract this hour of quiet after passion, Not ration happiness but keep this door for ever Closed on the world, its own world closed within it. |
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But dawn's waves trouble with the bubbling minute, The names of books come clear upon their shelves, The reason delves for duty and you will wake With a start and go on living on your own. |
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The first train passes and the windows groan, Voices will hector and your voice become A drum in tune with theirs, which all last night Like sap that fingered through a hungry tree Asserted our one night's identity. |
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