Count we the Cost—the sun is setting fast,
And Love is fading even as the day—
Ere in the silence of a bitter past
Eternally our Passion pass away
Count we the cost—What, when this thing was new
Gave we for one another ? Honour, Truth,
Hope, and the glory of a Maiden's youth,
Worship of all men, was my price for you.
Count we the cost—And was it worth the sin
Oh Dearest! now some halfword lightly spoken,
Breaks that we gave our very souls to win
And all the old sweet intercourse is broken?
The Sun is set—Your face is hid from me,
And darkness comes upon us as a Sea—