Lethe

We have forgotten all the days of fear,
The nights of torment: when the kiss expired,
Lost upon lips with love not overtired,
But fearing many things--the after year,
The end, the man--O no, not him! the tear,
The children's sorrow, and our own shame fired
Not less in doing all that love desired:
We have forgotten, surely--being here!

We have forgotten every shape of sorrow,
Knowing no end to one night's ecstasy
In the night's kiss from morning that we borrow,
From the hard usurer, Eternity--
Seeing we have it in our power to die
Before the new kiss kindle for the morrow.