THERE SHALL BE NO SORROW
Why shouldst thou mourn, beloved,
If I depart these shuttling days?
In yesterdays I still abide with thee,
And hastening but a little way beyond
Upon the trending path, think, beloved,
Think of that newer meeting which ne'er
Doth lose its first sweet ecstasy.
Why shouldst thou mourn, beloved, should I,
Having drunk, then lay the chalice down?
