Vrai Amants

“Time mocks thy opening music with a close;

What now he gives long since he gave away.

Thou deemst thy sun hath risen, but ere it rose

It was eclipsed, and dusk shall be thy day.”

Yet has the Dawn gone up: in loveliest light

She walks high heaven beyond the shadow there:

Whom I too veiled from all men's envious sight

With inward eyes adore and silent prayer.