SHUT not so soon; the dull-eyed night   Has not as yet begun To make a seizure on the light,   Or to seal up the sun.

No marigolds yet closed are,   No shadows great appear; Nor doth the early shepherd's star   Shine like a spangle here.

Stay but till my Julia close   Her life-begetting eye, And let the whole world then dispose   Itself to live or die.