Perhaps the singing days of love are done

Perhaps the singing days of love are done,
Now that all joy is perfect in our love ;
For now no longer by sweet words
May I make days yet sweeter than they seem :
My words of love by deeds of love outrun ,
Ghosts of what once they were ,
Dance out no dream
You do not now as sweetened truth believe .

Yet as a random gust , where wood has charred ,
May fan to one brief flame a fading spark ,
Love wakes this last song now :
The singing days in their own day were sweet ,
Their songs , remembered , still that sweetness guard :
While we united know ,
With joy complete ,
The greatest love has the least need to speak .

26 July 1953