Mimesis the Form

The sun will rise,the sun will set, no more love will life beget; The day will break,the moon to rise, no more love,as this life dies; The Summer heat,or Winter cold, no more love will this life hold; The Autumn fall,and Springtime green, no more again,will love be seen; The wheat will shoot,the grass will grow, no more again sweet love to know; The grape will ripen on the vine no more,no more will love be mine.