The sun was gold over he water and the voices golden,

Air was all summer in one hour, and none

Among us at the foot of the old wall with vine laden

But loved each other and would not be gone,

Nor let this life in the hot sun cool to evening,

Or care, or cross our shadows, or speak much.

Fragrant and still and slow, the garden murmured

And we flowered with it like gold blossom to touch

That no one would gather all and carry away, silence

In no motion whirling us all together like light,

And the light going, and the sweetness more, and only

You there that would be shining in the night,

You only that always of that garden would be summer,

And day was nothing, the names of faces, the hour

Nothing that was not you, not the water or voices,

Nor the air the sun warmed to open the flower

I crossed the garden, going a little away from them all,

To take for you, to take then the moment, take you

And the green gold summering garden forever and ever

And the water, and shadows where sun came through.

But bringing it back, great in my hands and heavy

With itself and time, thinking no one saw under the tree

This flower for you, I looked up, and there in sunlight

You were running, running, with a flower for me.