One Hour by Arthur Willis Colton — Read

PART I. WEST-EASTERLY MORALITIES

The sun shall go darkly his way, the skies

Be lampless of stars, and the moon with sighs

Of her years complain,

And you and I in the waste shall meet

Of a downward gulf with hurrying feet,

And remember then

Only this shy, encircled place,

Only this hour's dimpled grace --

And smile again.