The Saltyre

The Saltyre

Stay , though to bid you stay I have no claim
Here , now , we meet ;
The upward climb
Will bring us out of sight
But more with time .
Sweet soul , once seen , now ever my lost mate ,
Our sudden joy deserved a world of light ,
No tomb .

Here at the intersection of our ways
In silence pause :
Master most wise
That I may rightly see
Grant me pure eyes :
Grant me this passing hour to hold in poise
What might have been , was not , and will not be ;
What is .

9 December 1952