If you should sail for Trebizond, or die
Or cry another name in your first sleep
Or see me board a train, and fail to sigh
Appropriately, I'd clutch my breast and weep
And you, if I should wander through the door
Or sin, or seek a nunnery, or save
My lips and give my cheek, would tread the floor
And aptly mention poison and the grave

Therefore the mooning world is gratified
Quoting how prettily we sigh and swear
And you and I, correctly side by side
Shall live as lovers when our bones are bare
And though we lie forever enemies
Shall rank with Abelard and Heloise