Sonnet XLV

How like a winter will this summer be
Apart from you with whom spring's dearest hours were spent.
But yet a summer waits in each sweet memory
Of you and what our briefest touch has meant.
I will not count nor mark each hour and mile
As measured from this day we part,
Yet rather let each day soothe my anguished heart
For it brings me closer to see anew your smile.
Though born in these brief hours and weeks
My love will ever be a star to mark my wandering life.
Though time shall steal our years, and roses fade our cheeks
Our hearts shall bear our love forever without strife,
"Til winter's day be summer's night
And I again am in your sight.