Goodnight Darling

When Lovers Quarrel When lovers quarrel, the very Heavens tremble Lest one more pair should part And decrease that Heaven and love's fragile might. And, if we, who so ignorantly strike At the very heart of what we most desire, Could but see those bright hosts, who With baited breaths do ring us round, All our levity of pride, swift as a bolt, We''d let slip to ground in silent shame And our entire souls entwine In penance and great fear At such portending doom As to be both unloving and unloved When that trump resounds That summons us— Either to great grief, or To love's sweet reward, Which is itself.