My darling there are too many too much And too few; my sweet, feet down On the ground and let's go.
Into a cabin a fortress, into the whiling Of quiet hours and smiling at Birdsinging noise from the sun world Through the window — into us, my love.
Into us and we and none else (For a dreamtime if not forever) Dipping our feet into no need no care; And only no one shall find us there When we retreat, the world out of our hair. And we shall come back to dark outside Sunshining and birdsinging.
We bracing us until rainclouds shout "Downpour, deluge!" into our ears; Then up to our feet, my darling my sweet, And again into leaving.