What is perfect does fade,
dies out in ugly fame,
For all fetching elements
of nature, and damsel
And all mighty frame, mold and cast
Shall not the lot of Time detest.
Evenings, the nights,
even the moon and the sun shall fade,
Earthly beauty shall turn into fossils.
Man’s all owning shall die out.
Say this one thing
that heart cannot heft and gauge,
immaculate and immeasurable,
eternal one, love.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin