Come, she said, sit in the warm of evening
And see me dance, you know he'll be there,
His wound's healed now, tomorrow he's leaving;
Sit by the trees with your wine and share
Joy before danger, love before parting.
All right; get on with your dancing, dancing,
Inhabit the lamplight, laughing, laughing,
Put night advancing back in its shell.
Through luminous leaves and hard to tell,
Came a wall, black-grilled, crouching to stare
Nearer and nearer, a convent there
Secret and dark beside all this larking;
It shouldered among us, hearken hearken,
The toll of its midnight bell.