A grey good morning and rain

And melting snow

Far from any help

Or love, I am warmer

At least wanting you.

Sorry in the grey

Weather without lights

Far from any other center

I nurse one inner lamp

Our common need

Which is our common presence

It burns alone

And still

In the wet dark and for us,

Lighting a dry place in me

I do not know

Because it is myself

Love’s inner cell

Where I am glad to be a prisoner

Since I am prisoner with you.

While you come back to life in distant rain

Looking perhaps at the dark river

With blurred eyes

Still full of dreams

And think of me in my hills,

You wake in me, darling.

We are nearer than we know

Love has another

Place of its own

Nearer to you than hill or city:

Nearer than your own mirror

You wake in another room

And the bed where you slept

Is a nest in my heart.