Earth in beauty dressed <br />Awaits returning spring. <br />All true love must die, <br />Alter at the best <br />Into some lesser thing. <br />Prove that I lie. <br /> <br />Such body lovers have, <br />Such exacting breath, <br />That they touch or sigh. <br />Every touch they give, <br />Love is nearer death. <br />Prove that I lie.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-anxiety/
