is it a trick or a trysting place, The woods we have found to walk?

Is it for now or for always, 

The world hangs on a stalk? 

Is it a trick or a trysting place, 

The woods we have found to walk? 

Is it a mirage or a miracle, 

Your lips that lift at mine: 

And the suns like a juggler's juggling-balls, 

Are they a sham or a sign? 

Shine out, my sudden angel, 

Break fear with breast and brow, 

I take you now and for always, 

For always is always now. 

[Philip Larkin {1922-1985} 'Is It for Now or for Always', from Into the Garden]