Night on our lives, ah me, how surely has it fallen! <br />Be they who can deceived. I dare not look before. <br />See, sad years, to your own; your little wealth long hoarded, <br />How sore it was to win, how soon it perished all! <br />Beauty, the one face loved, the pure eyes mine so worshipped, <br />So true, so touching once, so tender in their dreams! <br />Find me that hour again. I yield the rest uncounted, <br />Urns for the dust of time, divine in her sole tears. <br />--Unseen one! Unforgotten! Oh, if your eyes behold it <br />By chance, this page revealed which trembling hides your name, <br />Merged in the ultimate wreck of fame and meaner joys! <br />Co--partner be with me in this my soul's last sorrow, <br />Pearl of my hidden life, this grief, that not again <br />Unspoiled love's rose shall blow, the dear love which was ours.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-on-our-lives/
