Ten years since that incalculable day
When from all worlds we know you slipped away
Ten years since that incalculable day
When from all worlds we know you slipped away
Knowing the time was short
Yours was the instant thought
‘Let’s go up to the Rocks!’
For ever is the promise. I will trust
To share with you the same light and same dust.
Six years since your last birthday in our midst
seems yesterday, in this same so-loved house,
Down arches of the years I hear your voice
explaining serials of our late departures,
Now for your birthday the single prunus bough,
by neighbour ’s kindness spared on a sentenced tree
Spring, at a bound. Once more the colourful chorus,
Daffodils first declare their lyric yellow,
My dearest love, where’er you are,
just through that door, beyond that star,