My delight and thy delight

My delight and thy delight

walking, like two angels white,

In gardens of the night:

My desire and thy desire

Twining to a tongue of fire,

Leaping live and laughing higher:

Thro' the everlasting strife

In the mystery of life.

Love from whom the world begun,

Hath the secret of the sun.

Love can tell, and love alone,

whence the million stars were strewn,

why each atom knows its own,

How, in spite of woe and death,

Gay is life, and sweet is breath:

This he taught us, this we knew,

Happy in his science true,

Hand in hand as we stood

'Neath the shawdows of the wood,

Heart to heart as we lay

in the dawning of the day.

by Robert Bridges

1844-1930 ,b.England