No Doubt

I have asked the Sibyl at Delphi,

And consulted the heavenly signs;

The flight of birds and the drift of words

That lurk in the dregs of wine,

But no answer was forthcoming,

No answer that was mine:

And my question mark hung poised like a dart

Between now and the end of time.

I do not know if time will bring

Hell's fire or heaven's rout,

If the changing days of life's displays

Will end with a sigh or a shout:

But that I will love you perfectly

Til the fires of heaven go out;

That I will love you when all words have been spoken,

Of that I have no doubt,

Of that I have no doubt.