In a deep wood we come To caress its brooks and leaves With love's murmurings. By a mossy glade in rapture Do we have Noonday heat from heat In the clearing of our love. There are we suspended In the gentle sighs and whispers Of the sheltered day. Each becomes each in passion's sweet embrace And the heaven's halt,caught in our gaze. For now we are the sun,the earth the sky At this centre blissful, time out of time. All that is meaning is held there Beneath the trembling mirage where we lie.