I find that I must live in a world
Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,
And between many a dawn and its dusk,
The only reality lies in love.
To be in love in that first dawn
And in the dusk, was to feel the sun
Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,
Reality lay only in the other.
And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing
but dawns and dusk and dawns; time, that standing still
still passes, leaving memories of so many dusks
Wherein dawn seemed no reality.
Many dawns have passed, and many dusks;
And with each new day, hope is fresh-born.
Life may once again light dawns and comfort dusks,
With some pretence of love.