From Anglais Mort à Florence, and: From Re-statement of Romance

From Anglais Mort à Florence

Before the colors deepened and grew small he yielded himself to that single majesty,

but he remembered the time when he stood alone turning in time to Brahms as alternate

more leanly shining from a lankier sky was not the moon he used to see, to feel

that dark companion left him unconsoled. His dark familiar, often walked apart.

From Re-statement of Romance

In the pale light that each upon the other throws

so far beyond the casual solitudes,

only we two are one, not you and night,

and in perceiving this I best perceive myself.