Now that you lie br In London afar, br And may sleep longer br Though lonelier, br For I shall not wake you br With a nightmare, br Heaven plant such peace in us br As if no parting stretched between us. br br The world revolves br And is evil; br God's image is br Wormeaten by the devil; br May the good angel br Have no rival br By our beds, and we lie curled br At the sound unmoving centre of the world. br br In our good nights br When we were together, br We made, in that stillness br Where we loved each other, br A new being, of both br Yet above either: br So, when I cannot share your sleep, br Into this being, half yours, I creep.