If it should come to be, <br />This proof of you and me, <br />This type and sign <br />Of hours that smiled and shone, <br />And yet seemed dead and gone <br />As old-world wine: <br /> <br />Of Them Within the Gate <br />Ask we no richer fate, <br />No boon above, <br />For girl child or for boy, <br />My gift of life and joy, <br />Your gift of love.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-it-should-come-to-be/
