Go with me again into that sweet cold wood
Sipping kisses murmuring together with the breeze
Winding fingers through fingers hair and clothes
For all our laughing waits the sun and the climbing trees

Go we might down separate paths from there undone
From each other hardly leaving damp impressions
In the sinking blackened leaves we trod upon

Go we may down in the earth together both
Thinking everything unchanged both kissing God
Or disposing of memory becoming dumb and great
As a wandering of stars or a sweet cold wood