THE HEARTH

In front of the fire
With you, the folk song
Of the wind in the chimney and the sparks'
Embroidery of the soot -- eternity
Is here in this small room
In intervals that our love
Widens; and outside
Us is time and the victims
Of time, travellers
To a new Bethlehem, statesmen
And scientists with their hands full
Of the gifts that destroy.

"The Hearth"
from H'm
You can also find this in
COLLECTED POEMS 1945-1990(J.M.Dent, 1993).