'Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars
...'
~ Andrew Marvell, The Definition of Love
The sun may not shine anymore,
Tomorrow's promise is mere morrow's,
So ne'er 'gain let me see us torn,
Depart all the rest but burrow
Not to rest, fatigued nor forlorn.
Th' only guarantee'f coming day
Are eyes impart gazed resound
Captivates night communicate:
'Let me outdo that sacred ground
Where Helios' lovers buried;
Watch, with eyes alone, I'll rebound
The previous day'nd to come, namesaked,
Finds us, and Io's her's, married.' --
Come, my ending night to make.
