There must be some slow ending to this pain:
Surely some pitying god will give release,
Guerdon for service, leaving us again
The old magnificence and peace?
May we who serve such cruel apprenticeship
Find no more answer than an empty guess
Knowing that every lip to questing lip
Must give for answer ‘Yes’?
Oh turn your mind from such ungodly thought,
Let your dear, trembling mouth no longer guess:
Pleasure is greatest pain so dearly bought,
And love unfaithfulness.
Plea – Lawrence Durrell