The Sun Used To Shine (only poem)

The sun used to shine while we two walked
Slowly together, paused and started
Again, and sometimes mused, sometimes talked
As either pleased, and cheerfully parted


Each night, We never disagreed
Which gate to rest on. The to be
And the late past we gave small heed
We turned from men or poety


To rumours of the war remote
Only till both stood disinclined
For aught but the yellow flavours coat
Of an apple wasps had undermined


Or a sentry of darks betonies
The stateliest of small flowers on earth
At the forest verge or crocuses
Pale purple as if they had their birth


In sunless Hades field. The war
Came back to mind with the moonrise
Which soldiers in the  east afar
Beheld then. Nevertheless, Our eyes


Could as well imagine the Crusades
Or Ceasar battles. Everything
To faintness like those rumours fades
Like the brook's water glittering


Under the moonlight like those walks
Now like us two that took them and
The fallen apples, all the talks
And silences like memory's sand


When the tide covers it late or soon
And other men through other flowers
In those fields under the same moon
Go talking and've easy hours.