Wait not, fond lover!

Till years are over,

And then recover

As from a dream.

While each bewailing

The other's failing.

With wrath and railing,

All hideous seem—

While first decreasing,

Yet not quite ceasing,

Wait not till teasing,

All passion blight:

If once diminished

Love's reign is finished—

Then part in friendship,—and bid good-night.[io]