Quick with the blowing buds of lovely mirth
And over-brimmed with love taken and given
When that is withered, let us lie apart
And rock like sleeping babes in cradle of earth,
Dearest, till Doomsday: we have had our heaven.
“LOCAL FATALITIES ARE REPORTED”
Dangerously sheltered they,
The lovers lay
Upon the great dead hill,
Frail flesh and blood: