If our bright sun declines to shine, <br />And the whole world in darkness sits, <br />The moon decides to thus resign, <br />And stars depart and daytime quits. <br />Then all the earth will barren be, <br />And so will come the end of time, <br />Could you in this void, still love me, <br />And would poets at last, run out of rhyme. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-time/
