If you go,
And I should want to die,
There’s nothing I’d be saved by
More than the time
You fell asleep in my arms
In a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
Drink up the evening, till
Rest, or the new rain
Lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you hear the rain in your dream
And half dreaming still you only said, I love you.
Edwin Morgan
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