When thou didst give thy love to me, Asking no more of gods or men I vow'd I would contented be, If Fate should grant us summers ten. But now that twice the term is sped, And ever young my heart and gay, I fear the words that then I said, And turn my face from Fate away. To bid thee happily good-bye I have no hope that I can see, No way that I shall bravely die, Unless I give my life for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS FECUNDI CALICES by BACCHYLIDES THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER CONCLUDING VERSES, AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM AN AUTUMNAL MORNING WALK by BERNARD BARTON |