No Road

Since we agreed to let the road between us 
Fall to disuse,
And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us, 
And turned all time's eroding agents loose,
Silence, and space, and strangers - our neglect 
Has not had much effect.

Leaves drift unswept, perhaps; grass creeps unmown, 
No other change
So clear it stands, so little overgrown,
Walking that way tonight would not seem strange, 
And still would be allowed. A little longer,
And time will be the stronger,

Drafting a world where no such road will run 
From you to me;
To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others, is my liberty
Not to prevent it is my will's fulfilment.
Willing it, my ailment.