Glad Shadows

When do I know you most, my dearest dear?
When in the shadows of our room your voice,
Low and soft, up close against my ear,
Says, “Oh, my love, with you I do rejoice,
That you and I, through dark of night so clear,
Know happy love’s last aim, which is us two,
A one for one exchange, from me to you.”
Then know I so your self a part of me,
Yet not a part—like waves upon the sea
Ending, beginning, in one another curled,
Moving self-majestic through the world,
Our Tidal Time, won title that is free!
That’s when I know you most, my dearest dear,
When life’s glad shadows are discovered here.

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