The world is young.—Her eyes are girlish still, And girlish calm on her white brows is set:— Her marriage midday rapture tarrieth yet Beyond that farthest faintly-outlined hill. Not for our keen desire or urgent will The world will wear her jewelled coronet; Splendour superber than our eyes have met The future's hidden fiery heart shall thrill. We shall not see it. 'Mid the morning mist And 'mid the dewy morning grass we stand: The world's soft girlish mouth our mouths have kissed, And we have held her white unwedded hand:— But ah! the rich mature lips tarry long For other seasons, and another song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 12 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 49. FAREWELL TO JULIET (11) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |