Come, My Darling, see the final act with me; The show has more to give- more color, more romance. The plot is set, the characters are largely drawn. Be with me as the crowning scene unfolds. The curtain parts- the play continues toward its end. So much yet to enjoy- knowing what has gone before. Knowing that which makes the play sincere And that to cast away- so sunrise, sunset lusters still. Oh Darling, could I but grasp this script entire And change the entrance, exit parts and times; Could I but wrestle with Janus' decrees To slake a thirst, to desiccate a tear. But the past's congealed and set upon a shelf To serve as food for winter's due reflection; Today we dine with morning-glories blooming Tonight, rosemary-lamb may be our fare. And when the scenes have compassed all that is Within this playbook, gradually unfolding, And I to bed with all the hoary hosts Who've bowed, rung down their final curtains. I shan't demure transition's final call If, as I rest, I might "perchance to dream." This Hobson's choice to embrace the realm of death Would lose its fear if reverie were entertained. For happy would I be if I could spend eternity In dreams of you. It would be sheer delight to keep you in my mind's sight- There's nothing I would rather do. I would think myself alive and fortunate to be revived For don't you comprehend My life with you has been a dream so it would seem Eternity with you I'd spend.
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