Endless Night



And, as a vapor or a drop of rain,
    Once lost, can ne'er be found again,
    So when or you or I are made
    A fable, song, or fleeting shade,
    All love, all liking, all delight
    Lies drowned with us in endless night.

-Robert Herrick (1591-1673),
Corinna's Going a-Maying







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