Time and Again

Time and Again 

TIme and again, however well we know the landscape of love, 

and the little church-yard with lamenting names, 

and the frightfully silent ravine wherein all the others 

end: time and again we go out two together, 

under the old trees, lie down again and again 

between the flowers, face to face with the sky. 

Rainer Maria Rilke 

1875-1926