Shut Not So Soon; The Dull-Eyed Night Has Not As Yet Begun To Make A Seizure On The Light, Or To Seal Up The Sun. No Marigolds Yet Closed Are; No Shadows Great Appear; Nor Doth The Early Shepherds' Star Shine Like A Spangle Here. Stay But Till My Julia Close Her Life-Begetting Eye, And Let The Whole World Then Dispose Itself To Live Or Die.