I fear my power impotent To hold you leal and full content, Some hapless look or word perchance Dispels the glamour of romance; I tremble lest some stranger fair Arrest you,—cause you to compare The meagre charms which I possess With some resplendent loveliness. How far removed from Youth's command The trembling sceptre in my hand, As miserly within the glass I mark Love's fleeting hours pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL THERMOPYLAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS THE JESTER'S SERMON by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848, CONTINUED by MATTHEW ARNOLD |