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| Emile Vernon |
When you go,
if you go
and I should want to die,
there’s nothing I’d be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly rose you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.
Edwin Morgan