For Eager Lovers (Taggard collection)/Endless Circle

by Genevieve Taggard

III

ENDLESS CIRCLE

The tree we lay under
The thunder, the thunder
Of my heart, and your wonder
And our weeping . . .

Now we are old, we are worn, we are weary of sleeping;
There's an end to all sorrow, there must be an end to our weeping:
Come with me, run with me, find with me, laughing and leaping—

The tree we lay under,
The thunder, the thunder
Of my heart, and your wonder—
And our weeping.