Citas 2

You have chosen and clung to the chance they sent you,

Life sweet as perfume and pure as prayer,

But will it not one day in heaven repent you?

Will they solace you wholly, the days that were?

Will you lift up your eyes between sadness and bliss,

Meet mine, and see where the great love is,

And tremble and turn and be changed? Content you;

The gate is strait: I shall not be there.

Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Triumph Of Time.