The light in the window seemed perpetual
Where you stayed in the high room for me;
It flowered above the trees through leaves
Like my certainty.
The light is fallen and you are hidden
In sun bright peninsulas of the sword:
Torn like leaves through Europe is the peace
Which through me flowed
Now I climb alone to the dark room
Which hangs above the square
Where among stones and roots the other
Peaceful lovers are.