We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the arms hold There is no telling where time is.
It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea,
Time is nowhere.
We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.
No clock now
Tell we have only what we remember:
Minutes uproaring with our
Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's When the senseless mob rules;
And quietly the trees casting their
Into the pools.
