Edna St. Vincent Millay - When you, that at this moment are to me lyrics

When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall depart, And be no more the warder of my heart, Whereof again myself shall hold the key; And be no more, what now you seem to be, The sun, from which all excellencies start In a round nimbus, nor a broken dart Of moonlight, even, splintered on the sea; I shall remember only of this hour— And weep somewhat, as now you see me weep— The pathos of your love, that, like a flower, Fearful of d**h yet amorous of sleep, Droops for a moment and beholds, dismayed, The wind whereon its petals shall be laid.