This is where we end it, you and I.
Life's to live, you know, and death's to die;
THE morning broke in a pearly haze,
Then the east grew duskly red:
'Oh, my only day, oh, my day of days,
To-day he will come,' I said.
THE day was wild with wind and rain,
One grey wrapped sky and sea and shore,
It seemed our marsh would never again
THE Queen is dead. God save the King,
In this his hour of grief,
When sorrow gathers memories in a sheaf
UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer,
Look on the sins that made thy life unclean,
Behold how poor thy vaunted virtues were,
This was my little son
Who leapt and laughed on my knee:
Body we made with love,
Soul made with love by Thee.
ONCE I loved, and my heart bowed down,
Subject and slave, for Love was a King;
He sat above with sceptre and crown,
WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it,
Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white,
ON this old lawn, where lost hours pass
Across the shadows dark with dew,
Where autumn on the thick sweet grass
Has laid a weary leaf or two,
Life is a night all dark and wild,
Yet still stars shine:
This moment is a star, my child -
Your star and mine.