"COUNTING THE BEATS"
by Robert Graves
You, love, and I,
Counting the beats,
Cloudless day,
Where shall we be,
Not there but here,
Counting the beats,
(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and I,
What care you or I?
Couting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Night, and a cloudless day,
Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day
From a bitter sky.
(She whispers) where shall we be,
When death strikes home, O where then shall we be
Who were you and I?
(He whispers) only here,
As we are, here, together, now and here,
Always you and I.
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.