As he loved her do I love you”?
So much they shall know, surely; never
The truth, how lofty and fresh as dew
Our love began, abode for ever:
They cannot know us through and through.
We have exceeded all the past.
The future shall not build another.
This is the climax, first and last.
We stand upon the summit. Mother
Of ages, daughter of ages, cast
The fatal die, and turn to death!
Let evolution turn, involving
As when the gray sun sickeneth—
Ghostly September! so dissolving
Into the pale eternal breath.
When all is done, shall this be said.
When all is said, shall this be done,
The aeon exhaust and finished,
And slumber steal upon the sun,
My dear, when you and I are dead.
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