Flee into some forgotten night and be <br />Of all dark long my moon-bright company: <br />Beyond the rumour even of Paradise come, <br />There, out of all remembrance, make our home: <br />Seek we some close hid shadow for our lair, <br />Hollowed by Noah's mouse beneath the chair <br />Wherein the Omnipotent, in slumber bound, <br />Nods till the piteous Trump of Judgment sound. <br />Perchance Leviathan of the deep sea <br />Would lease a lost mermaiden's grot to me, <br />There of your beauty we would joyance make — <br /> <br />A music wistful for the sea-nymph's sake: <br />Haply Elijah, o'er his spokes of fire, <br />Cresting steep Leo, or the heavenly Lyre, <br />Spied, tranced in azure of inanest space, <br />Some eyrie hostel, meet for human grace, <br />Where two might happy be — just you and I — <br /> <br />Lost in the uttermost of Eternity. <br />Think! in Time's smallest clock's minutest beat <br />Might there not rest be found for wandering feet? <br />Or, 'twixt the sleep and wake of Helen's dream, <br />Silence wherein to sing love's requiem? <br /> <br />No, no. Nor earth, nor air, nor fire, nor deep <br />Could lull poor mortal longingness asleep. <br />Somewhere there nothing is; and there lost Man <br />Shall win what changeless vague of peace he can.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tryst-4/
