"Lisa, here take my life for it is yours.
Do with it as you will; but do not stay
To add, subtract, and reckon up its cost.
Act a brave part and, if your love's like mine,
We need not fear; for what we lose we gain,
And, though we gain much, still to-day's to-day
And, while we tarry, one day's love is lost."
Ah, would that I might speak those words to-night
For, while I halt, another night is gone—
Crush'd to a mem'ry 'neath the heel of Time.