Interlude

Say,
Not much my love will miss,
If one day it'll idle away,
Nor much delay its bliss,
If it sleeps some summer day.

Today,
Neither lenghty love nor loss,
Nor nature's worthy art,
Will bring its point across,
To dreams that hold my heart.

So,
Let Paris defend Troy for day,
Let Romulus find Rome alone,
Fair company shan't spell away,
The courts of inertia in my bone.

Today,
Endeavor shan't hold its spell,
Nor duty retain its haste,
Yet that is all I will tell,
For I dreamt and dreamt for waste.