Sonnet 2

If before the eve my time is come
and all will be remembered
By if nothing else the kindest sun
and sky and world most splendid
then let the world in quiet song
sing a dirge for me tonight
and tell the moon where i am gone
so she may guide me with her light
If it is not my time nor place to pass
before the sun gently sets again
I shall not forget this private mass
for 'tis only a matter of when
Then shall the world have cause to sing
And I, myself, shall become nothing