Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.
Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.
Change lays not her hand upon truth.
His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.