My hands have not touched water since your hands, –
No; – nor my lips freed laughter since ‘farewell’.
And with the day, distance again expands
Between us, voiceless as an uncoiled shell.
Yet, – much follows, much endures … Trust birds alone:
A dove’s wings clung about my heart last night
With surging gentleness; and the blue stone
Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.
~ Hart Crane