Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
Creeper and ivy, gay bluebells
Norman nesting under trees
Emergent buds, the gnome that tells...
All still and dim the house has been
Shadowed against the furious sun
And I have missed my dearest one...