Oh, my belovèd, have you thought of this: br How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, br More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss, br And make you old, and leave me in my prime? br How you and I, who scale together yet br A little while the sweet, immortal height br No pilgrim may remember or forget, br As sure as the world turns, some granite night br Shall lie awake and know the gracious flame br Gone out forever on the mutual stone; br And call to mind that on the day you came br I was a child, and you a hero grown ? br And the night pass, and the strange morning break br Upon our anguish for each other's sake !br br Edna St Vincent Millaybr br