Stay near, unchanged, for one breath more
Beneath the fragile tide of leaves
And hearts—that we may still the door
Of joy within their quiet weave.
The strident chords of daylight fade,
And we, behind the entourage
Of light, will feel the burning stray
From mem’ry light a pale mirage.

And, firm between the stubborn days,
Away from kings, and courts, and time,
Here, caught beneath the moon’s bright sway,
We two shall teach our hearts to rhyme.
So stay, that we, like unborn stars,
May wake to find the heavens ours.