Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me <br />Not ache with inconsistent tenderness. <br />It was untenable delight; we are free-- <br />Separate, equal--and if loverless, <br />Love consumes time which is more dear than love, <br />More unreplicable. With everything <br />Thus posited, the choice was clear enough <br />And daylight ratified our reckoning. <br /> <br />Now only movement marks the birds from the pines; <br />Now it's dark; the blinded stars appear; <br />I am alone, you cannot read these lines <br />Who are with me when no one else is here, <br />Who are with me and cannot hear my voice <br />And take my hand and abrogate the choice.<br /><br />Vikram Seth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-evening/
