O That It Should Come To This! Poem by William B. Deutscher

O that it should come to this and sooner
Now the music plays its night game for all
Darkened with one spot of silver lunar
Moonlight that shines and casts a sundry pall.

O that it should come to this and sweetly
When returning morning seeps its way
Out the blue light flickering discreetly,
Breaking our nocturne into sheets of day.

O that it should come to this and quiet
Thus bring forth the lessening of passion,
Inevitable but we defy it,
Reach an agreement, after a fashion.

Daylight flattens your wavy drifts of hair,
And breezy grayness floods the sullen air.