IN front of the sombre mountains, a faint,
lost
ribbon of
rainbow;
And
between us and it, the thunder;
And down below in the green wheat, the
labourers
Stand
like dark stumps, still in the green
wheat.
You are near to me, and your naked feet in their
sandals,
And
through the scent of the balcony’s naked timber
I distinguish the scent of
your hair: so now the limber
Lightning falls from
heaven.
Adown the pale-green glacier river floats
A dark boat through the gloom
— and whither?
The
thunder roars. But still we have each other!
The naked lightnings in the
heavens dither
And
disappear — what have we but each other?
The boat has
gone.
ICKING