The Sun Used to Shine + 

The sun used to shine while we two walked + 

Slowly together, paused and started + 

Again, and sometimes mused, sometimes talked + 

As either pleased, and cheerfully parted + 

Each night. We never disagreed + 

Which gate to rest on. The to be + 

And the late past we gave small heed. + 

We turned from men or poetry + 

To rumours of the war remote + 

Only till both stood disinclined + 

For aught but the yellow flavorous coat + 

Of an apple wasps had undermined; + 

Or a sentry of dark betonies, + 

The stateliest of small flowers on earth, + 

At the forest verge; or crocuses + 

Pale purple as if they had their birth + 

In sunless Hades fields. The war + 

Came back to mind with the moonrise + 

Which soldiers in the east afar + 

Beheld then. Nevertheless, our eyes + 

Could as well imagine the Crusades + 

Or Caesar’s battles. Everything + 

To faintness like those rumours fades⁠— + 

Like the brook’s water glittering + 

Under the moonlight⁠—like those walks + 

Now⁠—like us two that took them, and + 

The fallen apples, all the talks + 

And silences⁠—like memory’s sand + 

When the tide covers it late or soon, + 

And other men through other flowers + 

In those fields under the same moon + 

Go talking and have easy hours. + 