So, So, Break Off This

Our Faults Are Not Seen, But Past Us; Neither Felt, But Only In The Punishment.

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.

Tis True, 'tis Day; What Though It Be? O Wilt Thou Therefore Rise From Me? Why Should We Rise, Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down, Because 'twas Night? Love Which In Spite Of Darkness Brought Us Hither Should In Despite Of Light Keep Us Together.

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?