Whatever might happen, I must be his;
What signifies talking, since so it is?
So there came the last of the careless days:
Did time in the very same manner move?
(My heart almost stops in a mute amaze
To think that it ever was not in love.)
Up in the morning, as gay as a lark,
With a glad good-bye to the pleasant night;
Without an idea I am in the dark,
Or that just beyond is the real light;