Now would the rowling Orbs obey my Will,
I'd make the Sun a second time stand still;
And to the lower World their Light repay,
When conqu'ring  robb'd 'em of a Day,
Tho' our two Souls would diff'rent Passions prove,
His was a Thirst of , mine is .
It will not be; the Sun makes haste to rise,
And takes Possession of the Eastern Skies:
Yet one Kiss more, tho' Millions are too few,
And  since we must, must part, Adieu.