Only until this cigarette is ended

Only until this cigarette is ended...

    ONLY until this cigarette is ended
    A little moment at the end of all,
    While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
    And in the firelight to a lance extended,
    Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
    The broken shadow dances on the wall,
    I will permit my memory to recall
    The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
    And then adieu, -- farewell! -- the dream is done.
    Yours is a face of which I can forget
    The colour and the features, every one,
    The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
    But in your day this moment is the sun
    Upon a hill, after the sun has set.
    Edna St. Vincent Millay