Though I’m young, and my wiring’s taut –
Mechanic cogs still run with ease –
I’m struck by the perturbing thought
That well-oiled engines one day freeze.
My breath quickens, my skin goes pale:
Even now, as I lewdly flail
And shudder as my bedsmate brays,
With mournful notes the music plays;
My store of passion I expend.
Fatigue deflates the best soufflés –
Does love’s sweet passage have an end?
Has lusty verve no high-walled fort
Secured against time’s harsh decrees?
Shall stout defences come to nought,
Their ramparts routed by the breeze?
No castle can protect its grail;
The king shall weaken, though he rail.
From crag to sand each rock decays;
The transition ought not amaze.
This example we must perpend:
If nothing lingers, nothing stays,
Does love’s sweet passage have an end?
Shall the will press on, sensing sport?
Or falter, though the gamesmen please?
The worn-out vessel’s held in port,
Too old to brave the thrilling seas;
The ship, once mighty, now is frail –
But still the captain longs to sail!
The ropes loosen; the canvas frays;
The decrepit mast limply sways.
The captain stirs to patch and mend;
He craves those bracing ocean sprays.
Does love’s sweet passage have an end?
Bewail this wrong before the court,
You’ll have poor answer to your pleas.
There’s no redressing Nature’s tort:
Age withers the most sturdy trees.
No sly parliament can prevail:
Each politician’s bound to fail.
No knotted legislative maze
With perplexing turns meant to faze
Shall timeless laws a jot amend.
These bills’ defeat the house dismays:
Does love’s sweet passage have an end?
Let this lesson be soundly taught:
Those merry Metaphysic fleas
Who with our mingled blood disport
Must succumb to the wry disease
That leaves no creature brisk and hale.
Ardent verses are no avail;
Delude yourself that lines of praise
In honour of your lover’s ways
Shall the unerring clock suspend,
When re-read, the same question weighs:
Does love’s sweet passage have an end?
ENVOI
Old and feeble in far-off days,
I’ll turn to see with squinting gaze
Time’s dark backward abysm extend,
Tunnelling through the haunted haze.
Does love’s sweet passage have an end?