When over an hundred years have passed and fled Shalt thou be living yet within my song, And just as vivid thy soft brown-haired head As ever, earth's fair queens of love among? And shall I be remembered, sweetheart true, Still most of all as poet-lover of thee,— When other far-off skies than ours are blue, And grey eyes,—not thine eyes,—watch new grey sea? What is an hundred years?—But one brief day To love that changes not, that ne'er can sleep: Eternal as the sun's unending ray, And as the unfathomable ocean deep, And full of God's own strength that folds all things In ceaseless mantle of almighty wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE SHRINE by RICHARD KENDALL MUNKITTRICK SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH BODY AND SOUL by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI COME UP HIGHER by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY THE RUNNERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A POTION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SOLILOQUY OF A BARD IN THE COUNTRY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |