But to have seen thee, and to die so soon! - Robert Browning

What if we still ride on, we two
With life for ever old yet new,
Changed not in kind but in degree,
The instant made eternity

time fleets, youth fades, life is an empty dream,

Forgive me this digression — that I stand Entranced awhile at Law's first beam, outbreak O' the business, when the Count's good angel bade "Put up thy sword, born enemy to the ear, "And let Law listen to thy difference!" And Law does listen and compose the strife, Settle the suit, how wisely and how well! On our Pompilia, faultless to a fault, Law bends a brow maternally severe, Implies the worth of perfect chastity, By fancying the flaw she cannot find.