Stephen Spender (28 February 1909 – 16 July 1995 / England)
The Room Above the Square
The light in the window seemed perpetual
When you stayed in the high room for me;
It glowed above the trees through leaves
Like my certainty.
The light is fallen and you are hidden
In sunbright peninsulas of the sword:
Torn like leaves through Europe is the peace
That through us flowed.
Now I climb up alone to the high room
Above the darkened square
Where among stones and roots, the other
Unshattered lovers are.
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