Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 28

I pray you if you love me, bear my joy
A little while, or let me weep your tears;
I, too, have seen the quavering fate destroy
Your destiny's bright spinning  - the dull shears
Meeting not neatly, chewing at the thread, -
Nor can you well be less aware how fine,
How staunch as wire, and how unwarranted
Endures the golden fortune that is mine.

I pray you for this day at least, my dear,
Fare by my side, that journey in the sun;
Else must I turn me from the blossoming year
And walk in grief the way that you have gone
Let us go forth together to the spring:
Love must be this, if it be anything.