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Promise me no
promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both
our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us
hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you
know?
You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer
towards another one:
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us
if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the
image from the glass,
And the fortune is not told.
If you promised, you might grieve
For lost
liberty again:
If I promised, I believe
I should
fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we
were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive
on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.
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