I Didn’t you hear, in here, How music prowled the house? The night was hard and lightless But out there on a stiff stone larking – that was me. I said all I could: "Dear, you're everything to me!" But the east shoved out new light and the harsh day drove me home. My mouth was shut again. II Under a murky weighted sky So lonely we were, Cleaved from the other! But no more: The air blows free and fro; And the whole world inamidst us Shines as if glass. The stars arose, were Shown shimmering on us, And even they knew: So strong and stronger their splendour That we sighed, Lay blissful, captured by other's touch. III My beloved spoke: "I'll not block you; You owe me nothing. Folk should not be kept – They weren't born to trust so. Hit the road, my friend, Behold land upon land Try out many beds Take many women by the hand. If a wine’s too sour for you, Go drink Malvasia – But if my mouth is sweeter, Only then come