Not necessary you all conscious hours;
All summer ’s ease and country known
I can be glad in deep flowers,
In welcoming woods, by brooks careless,
And paths friendly, and turns fearless,
Or with you or alone.
But suddenly, beloved, chill and strange,
A thought that stops my heart with fear –
Lest, unawares, the land change,
With birds flying, and the thunder growling,
And winds mounting, and the sky falling,
And night, and you not here.