No morrow's sun should arise and set
And leave them then as it left them now.
But next day passed, and next day yet,
'With still fresh cause to wait one day more
Ere each leaped over the parapet.
And still, as love's brief morning wore,
With a gentle start, half smile, half sigh,
They found love not as it seemed before.
They thought it would work infallibly,
But not in despite of heaven and earth: