Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: <br />How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, <br />More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss, <br />And make you old, and leave me in my prime? <br />How you and I, who scale together yet <br />A little while the sweet, immortal height <br />No pilgrim may remember or forget, <br />As sure as the world turns, some granite night <br />Shall lie awake and know the gracious flame <br />Gone out forever on the mutual stone; <br />And call to mind that on the day you came <br />I was a child, and you a hero grown?— <br />And the night pass, and the strange morning break <br />Upon our anguish for each other's sake!<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-10-oh-my-beloved-have-you-thought-of-thi/
