44 I lay upon an iron bed. My blood, in flowing up and down the earth and round and round, called his name, obeyed the impulse of his will. I shall be born again when he is still. (Early Poems: 1945-48) QUESTION Is this the way to happiness? Prolonging kisses till the world Of thought and deed is dim? Your loveliness makes all things hard To bear that are not beautiful, And everything that is endured From day to day, dissolveSo This laughing love of ours alone Is wise and will remain, When all endeavour has been cooled By Time and mated to defeat.