Between Hush and Hush

Dear, do not think that I

Will praise your beauty the less,

Believing death for ever

Snows up its fair impress.

Nor slight my love because

It claims no magic re-birth,

But deems all kissing over

When lips are laid to earth.

I’ll praise your beauty as

A dewdrop fast on its prime –

A still perfection lasting

But for one blink of time.

So short its hour, your love

To mine should bravelier rush,

Bird-note to bird-note thrusting

Out between hush and hush.