When the night within whose deep
Our minds and bodies melt in love,
Instead of joining us, divides
With winds and seas that tear between
Our separated sleep--
Then to my lidless eyes that stare
Beyond my dark and climbing fears,
Your answering warm island lies
In the gilt wave of desire
Far as the day from here.
Here where I lie is the hot pit
Crowding on the mind with coal
And the will turned against it
Only drills new seams of darkness
Through the dark-surrounding whole.
Our vivid suns of happiness
Withered from summer, drop their flowers;
Hands of the longed, withheld tomorrow
Fold on the hands of yesterday
In double sorrow.
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Publication information: Book title: The Still Centre. Contributors: Stephen Spender - Author. Publisher: Faber and Faber. Place of publication: London. Publication year: 1939. Page number: 83.