Beautiful boy, lend me your youth to play with; My heart is old. Lend me your fire to make my twilight gay with, To warm my cold; Prove that the power my look has not forsaken, That at my will My touch can quicken pulses and awaken Man's passion still. The moment that I ask do not begrudge me. I shall not stay. I shall have gone, ere you have time to judge me, My empty way. I am not worth remembrance, little brother, Even to damn. One kiss — O God! if I were only other Than what I am! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON WOODS IN WINTER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMORETTI: 75 by EDMUND SPENSER ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |