I have thy love, and were I drunk with joy
That were enough. I'd revel out my day,
Thoughtless of heartaches; and I'd madly say,
Thus, let the present whirl its gilded toy.
I'll drain new draughts before the old ones cloy.
Why should the future its chill finger lay
Upon my heart, and fright my mirth away
With boding whispers? But my mind is coy
To passion's outcry. My cold reason never
Forgets the changes of this wayward earth;
Hath seen tears dripping from the eyes of mirth,
Hath seen the ebbing of a swollen river,
Hath seen death closing on the hour of birth:
So thou may'st change whom I would keep forever.