When you go, a poem by Edwin Morgan.

Post 545 - I was very sad to learn yesterday of the death of Edwin George Morgan OBE at age 90. Morgan was a Scottish poet and translator and was widely recognized as one of the foremost Scottish poets of the 20th century. In 1999, he was made the first Glasgow Poet Laureate. In 2004, he was named as the first Scottish national poet, the Scots Makar.
Morgan was born in Glasgow and entered the University of Glasgow in 1937. After interrupting his studies to serve in World War II as a non-combatant conscientious objector with the Royal Army Medical Corps, he graduated in 1947 and became a lecturer at the University. He worked there until his retirement in 1980.
Up until his death, he was the last survivor of the 'Big Seven' (the others being Hugh MacDiarmid, Robert Garioch, Norman MacCaig, Iain Crichton Smith, George Mackay Brown, and Sorley MacLean).

When you go, by Edwin Morgan.

When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there's nothing I'd be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.