Richard
Buxton .
A
MEMORY.
u CORSE
and
the
curving
grass
and
the sun -heavy
a
ir
were
around
us :
All
the world
was
asleep ; you
and I
were
awake.
Slowly
the
children
crept to rest in the shadowy bushes,
Slowly
still
the sun
rose
in
the
vacuous
sky.
Earth
and
air
and
our
souls
were
faint
in
the heat
of
the noonday
;
Slower and yet more
slow
moved
your
hand
in
my
hair
.
Time
stood
still
and
the
sun had
paused
his
path
in
the heavens
,
Not
a
breath
in
the
air
ruffled
the
leaves
of
the
bush
.
Even
our
hearts
were
still
and
the restless
swarm
of
our
kisses
Paused
and
abandoned
their
flight resting
yet
on
our
lips
.
Yet
,
as
a
man
in
a
swoon
sees heaven
and
earth
laid
before
him
,
Clearly
I
saw
our
love
binding and
making
us
one
.