AND now I go with the departing sun: <br />My day is dead and all my work is done. <br />No more for me the pleasant moon shall rise <br />To show the splendour in my dear one's eyes; <br />No more the stars shall see us meet; we part <br />Without a hope, or hope of hope, at heart; <br />For Love lies dead, and at his altar, lo, <br />Stands in his room, self-crowned and crested,–Woe!<br /><br />George Frederick Cameron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amoris-finis/
