To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow…
There was always going to be a tomorrow. You and I together, forever.
To the last syllable of recorded time…
Never, never in a million years, did I dream that it would end. We were immortal, walking together amongst the stars.
And all our
yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death…
And amongst the stars I kissed you.
Out, out, brief
candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts
and frets his hour upon the stage…
In one terrible, burning moment, forever was shattered.
And then is heard no more…