When Last my Love
for Thomas Wyatt
When last my love and I made love
with mild caress and none of desperation
we felt soft rain fall from above
obliterating all other expectation.
In cool of morning when the dew
lay gleaming in a sunlight new resolving
we felt the touch of something true
all cares of night and dream-commotion salving.
When thus in lovers’ arms we lay
with clouds above so rapidly dispersing
birdsong heralded the day
a sky with all of nature’s joys traversing.
But now my love has gone her way
and I must wrench and ramble to pursue her
through fields of mystery today
to a morrow where the sunlight pierces through her.