With my beloved I lingered late one night. <br />At last the hour when I must leave her came: <br />But, as I turned, a fear I could not name <br />Possessed me that the long sweet evening might <br />Prelude some sudden storm, whereby delight <br />Should perish. What if death, ere dawn, should claim <br />One of us? What, though living, not the same <br />Each should appear to each in morning-light? <br />Changed did I find her, truly, the next day: <br />Ne'er could I see her as of old again. <br />That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away, <br />And let her beauty pour through every vein <br />Sunlight and life, part of me. Thus the lover <br />With each new morn a new world may discover.<br /><br />George Parsons Lathrop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-worlds-2/
