Conrad Aiken

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now read more

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight To divide us read more

And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight To divide us forever.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leavesInterlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlightTo divide us forever.

And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leavesInterlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlightTo divide us forever.

I love you, what star do you live on?

I love you, what star do you live on?