Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967). Picture-Show. 1920.

25. Lovers

YOU were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.

Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed;

But as you fall asleep I hear you say

Those tired sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.

Sleep well: for I can follow you, to bless

And lull your distant beauty where you roam;

And with wild songs of hoarded loveliness

Recall you to these arms that were your home.