Enough Rope/The Immortals
The Immortals
IF you should sail for Trebizond, or die,Or cry another name in your first sleep,Or see me board a train, and fail to sigh,Appropriately, I’d clutch my breast and weep.And you, if I should wander through the door,Or sin, or seek a nunnery, or saveMy lips and give my cheek, would tread the floorAnd aptly mention poison and the grave.
Therefore the mooning world is gratified,Quoting how prettily we sigh and swear;And you and I, correctly side by side,Shall live as lovers when our bones are bare;And though we lie forever enemies,Shall rank with Abélard and Héloïse.