Frederick Philip Grove
You and I
(MP 4)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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From: Poems of the Lakes and Woods You and I [1] by Frederick Philip Grove O [2] come, o come to the woods with me Where the aspens young leaves unfold! O that I could, that I could tell thee What will for ever remain untold! Over the white still [3] woods blows the dark-blue sky, And the snowwhite clouds sail fast: O that I could, that I could but try! But already the moment is past. Stretch out across the abyss that yawns Between you and me [4]your hand! O why is between the sun that dawns And night the width of the land? We have lived for years thus side by side, My wish, it did come [5] true: It is long, so long since you were bride, but still we are I and you. Soft blows the breeze and ruffles scarce the lake, [6] And high and white a [7] vapour vault is spread. Come to my side and gently take My hand as of one dead.[9] The willows stand and nod as in a dream [9] Smooth slopes the beach from [10] where they crown its crest. O do not speak; now rules supreme A silence as of rest. The grey shore curves [11] and bends afar its line Slow wings [12]a gull, alone in all the sky. Cool is thy hand, and so is mine, Cool heart and soul and eye. Miscellaneous Poems 4