No more tears! Save sorrow for later years
  When no morrow comes with the setting sun.
Being well enough cheers most mortal fears
  Until the better part of days is done.
Now is a fantasy when mere breath nears
  Any titan victory ever won -

A bright summer pastel-shaded portrait
  Framed in winter’s last color-fading sigh,
Moments in the final moment longed for,
  Scenes from all dreams and schemes designed too late,
When grizzled heads on pillows heavy lie,
  And passion-fevered lovers rise no more.