Even in sleep your shadow watches, me 
Your whisper rustles through the sleeping room 
As though you moved in silks. Why keep on trying? 

It is the tenderness you feel you know
You may have had the tenderness you miss.
Still in the mask you wear your tongue can go

You stand in the first dumbness of the snow
        As finely, the gauze drop in pantomime,
        All detail fades upon your startled face