Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
Sonnets. 18. Shall we not laugh together, you and I
Shall we not laugh together, you and I, I being at last fulfilled, at last at rest Within the strength of your beloved breast, Shall we not laugh once at a day gone by When, wan as things that lie below the earth, Things choked and buried, sunless and unsought, This richest life was only lived in thought, Seed without fruit, unconsummated birth? Love, in that time when you have called me yours And have with kisses long outbreathed old fears, Love, let me not remember these! these hours, Save with one smile to drown their thousand tears. Then fold me in your bosom so deep away That memory cannot touch this loveless day.
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