You, love, and I, (He whispers) you and I, And if no more than only you and I What care you or I? Counting the beats, Counting the slow heart beats, The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats, Wakeful they lie. Cloudless day, Night, and a cloudless day; Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day From a bitter sky. Where shall we be, (She whispers) where shall we be, When death strikes home, O where then shall we be Who were you and I? Not there but here, (He whispers) only here, As we are, here, together, now and here, Always you and I. Counting the beats, Counting the slow heart beats, The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats, Wakeful they lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK ROCK OF AGES' by EDWARD H. RICE PRAYER OF AN UNEMPLOYED MAN by W. C. ACKERLY THE RIVER IN THE MEADOWS by LEONIE ADAMS THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HANNAH MORE'S WORKS by ROBERT BURNS |