His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
Despair the twin-born of devotion.
Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.
Let weakness learn meekness.
And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.
Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?