Eternal

The heaven shan’t our purity retain forever,
And no might shall reframe our frail cadaver,
Shall no graven image hence,
or an elf,
Ever stack up against thy self.
For no Time begets for herself a second,
And never the Transience endures as a beckon
Of Love’s eternity,
I shall through heart feel thee,
whatever it might be-
As my Time’s Immortality.
And delicate when my life turns
Struck with the noiseless foot of Time,
What inferno or blaze burns
To our love-arcadia may come,
Shall the tempest never swing our clime.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin