Let me still think myself a star

With these my rays about me; 

Pretend these green perspectives are

All purposeless without me.

 Ah, bid the sun stand still. Ah, bid

The coming night retire,

And all the good I ever did

Shall feed your altar fire;

The hour shall stand and sing your praise,

The minute shall adore you,

And my ten thousand unborn days

I’ll sacrifice before you.

 Gods of great joy, and little grief, 

 See—I will wear as token

A pear leaf and a cherry leaf

Until this pledge be broken....

  Between a pear and a cherry tree

A cold hand touched my shoulder—

 Ah, my false gods have forsaken me,

I am a minute older.

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