The End Of Time
If our bright sun declines to shine,
And the whole world in darkness sits,
The moon decides to thus resign,
And stars depart and daytime quits.
Then all the earth will barren be,
And so will come the end of time,
Could you in this void, still love me,
And would poets at last, run out of rhyme.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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