Under this tree in the heat of noon
dig your fingers in the earth and feel
what must cover us over soon,
bind us in bonds as tight as steel,
wind us in its close cocoon
of silence, grind us under its heel,
blind our sun and darken our moon.

Kiss me once and kiss me twice,
don't be afraid of the dark, my love,
the dead lie still, as quiet as mice,
and night will fit you like a glove.
Kiss me now with the sun above;
all will be well in the age of ice.