For Eager Lovers (Taggard collection)/The Long Magic

by Genevieve Taggard

THE LONG MAGIC

Swing, swing, and swoon,Morning, evening, noon,

And with night, sleep.

If you must, weep—But here, here with me.

Swing like the seaWhere waves are tall;Torrents and the threeTides fall. . . .

Let the end beWith the last sweep:Swoon, swoon with me—Then sleep.