Nothing Endures
Nothing endures,
Not even love,
Though the warm heart purrs
Of the length thereof.
Though beauty wax,
Yet shall it wane;
Time lays a tax
On the subtlest brain.
Let the blood riot,
Give it its will;
It shall grow quiet,
It shall grow still.
Nirvana gapes
For all things given;
Nothing escapes,
Love not even.