Now touch the air softly, Step gently. One, two... I ll love you till roses Are robin s-egg blue; I ll love you till gravel Is eaten for bread, And lemons are orange, And lavender s red. Now touch the air softly, Swing gently the broom. I ll love you till windows Are all of a room; And the table is laid, And the table is bare, And the ceiling reposes On bottomless air. I ll love you till Heaven Rips the stars from his coat, And the Moon rows away in A glass-bottomed boat; And Orion steps down Like a diver below, And Earth is ablaze, And Ocean aglow. So touch the air softly, And swing the broom high. We will dust the gray mountains, And sweep the blue sky; And I ll love you as long As the furrow the plow, As However is Ever, And Ever is Now.