Sonnet Cclxxxvi:

I touched the limit of supremest bliss, Knew joy's whole secret on this golden day; When in my arms my panting darling lay, Daring my lips with lingering kiss on kiss. Brand it upon my heart! Let me not miss A single memory, not the faintest ray Of that which made divine my burning clay, And heaven a fancy to a world like this! Nay, day of glory, bury in the past Thy radiant head! lest in the coming night Thou sting my exiled soul with thoughts too bright! Or else, O wondrous vision, onward cast Thyself into the future's dreadful vast, And o'er and o'er renew today's delight.