The Sundial - Dead Men's Love lyrics

There was a damned successful Poet;
There was a Woman like the Sun
And they were dead They did not know it
They did not know their time was done
They did not know his hymns
Were silence; and her limbs,
That had served Love so well,
Dust, and a filthy smell

And so one day, as ever of old,
Hands out, they hurried, knee to knee;
On fire to cling and kiss and hold
And, in the other's eyes, to see
Each his own tiny face,
And in that long embrace
Feel lip and breast grow warm
To breast and lip and arm

So knee to knee they sped again,
And laugh to laugh they ran, I'm told,
Across the streets of Hell
And then
They suddenly felt the wind blow cold,
And knew, so closely pressed,
Chill air on lip and breast,
And, with a sick surprise,
The emptiness of eyes

And so one day, as ever of old,
Hands out, they hurried, knee to knee;
On fire to cling and kiss and hold
And, in the other's eyes, to see
Each his own tiny face,
And in that long embrace
Feel lip and breast grow warm
To breast and lip and arm

Across the streets of Hell
And then
They suddenly felt the wind blow cold,
And knew, so closely pressed,
Chill air on lip and breast,
And, with a sick surprise,
The emptiness of eyes