Only until this cigarette is ended, <br />A little moment at the end of all, <br />While on the floor the quiet ashes fall, <br />And in the firelight to a lance extended, <br />Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended, <br />The broken shadow dances on the wall, <br />I will permit my memory to recall <br />The vision of you, by all my dreams attended. <br />And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done. <br />Yours is a face of which I can forget <br />The color and the features, every one, <br />The words not ever, and the smiles not yet; <br />But in your day this moment is the sun <br />Upon a hill, after the sun has set.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-04-only-until-this-cigarette-is-ended/
