“YET FOR ONE ROUNDED MOMENT”
Reading edition
Yet for one rounded moment I will be No more to you than what my lips may give, And in the circle of your kisses live As in some island of a storm-blown sea, Where the cold surges of infinity Upon the outward reefs unheeded grieve, And the loud murmur of our blood shall weave Primeval silences round you and me. If in that moment we are all we are, We live enough. Let this for all requite. Do I not know, some wingèd things from far Are borne along illimitable night To dance their lives out in a single flight Between the moonrise and the setting star? Edith Wharton