Now, when the sun falls in the dismal sky
And no light leaps beneath the plunging prow,
I know the fullness of my sorrow now:--
That all my talk and laughter was a lie;
That as each hour widens the gulfs that sigh
Between us: the truth scores upon my brow
Sigils of silence, burns in me the vow
"I love you, and shall love you till I die."
Whether next year, as fondly we made oath
Shall see us meet at least, whether as wife
I shall at last gather the whole vow's breath
Nor heaven nor hell shall break our solemn troth.
I love you, and shall love you all my life.
I love you, and shall love you after death.