Long Plighted

Is it worth while, dear, now,     To call for bells, and sally forth arrayed     For marriage-rites - discussed, decried, delayed      So many years?      Is it worth while, dear, now,     To stir desire for old fond purposings,     By feints that Time still serves for dallyings,      Though quittance nears?      Is it worth while, dear, when     The day being so far spent, so low the sun,     The undone thing will soon be as the done,      And smiles as tears?      Is it worth while, dear, when     Our cheeks are worn, our early brown is gray;     When, meet or part we, none says yea or nay,      Or heeds, or cares?      Is it worth while, dear, since     We still can climb old Yell'ham's wooded mounds     Together, as each season steals its rounds      And disappears?      Is it worth while, dear, since     As mates in Mellstock churchyard we can lie,     Till the last crash of all things low and high      Shall end the spheres?