When You and I Were Young

When you and I were young
 We would press our white faces from the car
 And the rain on the windows
 Would run through the gathering dark
 And the lampposts shone and dogs would run into the dying frame
 Where the park was glowing dimly through the silence of the lanes
 And the radiator's hum rose above the falling leaves
 Where, so fragile and so young, you had drifted into sleep
 I've been for a walk
 And every face I see seems to be mine
 Nighttime comes, the birds have flown
 A fever glows in every line
 I love this season, this weary night
 The flint, the dreams, the silent pines
 The eeriness is in the feeling
 That I have finished everything
 And a child from the school
 Was running back to her car
 And her white face cried
 She was deaf and afraid of the dark
 And the whispering house grew still as we stared into the night
 In the garden and the lamps and the window's fading light
 And though Christmas was the same, we had seen another year
 Turning softly through the flames