As fast as the day’s go down

The night lights up to newer love

The stars shine on no truer love

And as the old days drown

In churlish Time, surfacing his

Embracing sea new islands rise

An archipelago in your eyes

A continent in your kiss.

The bonfire of days melts mountains till

The molten running rocks expose

Vast veins of gold – they’re for my Rose! – 

I take the gift of life and fill

Great golden cups and give them her

And Time’s grim Lords to love defer. 

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