Love cannot always burn at noonday heat, The wild, sweet thrill that your first kiss awoke Is mine no more; nor does the quick heartbeat, The downcast eye, and flushing cheek mark me, As when the first low words of love you spoke. But since I know that to you I can turn And be so sure that you will understand, So quick to comfort me when grief's tears burn My eyes, so tender when my heart is sore, And glad when joy walks with me hand in hand. I mourn not for the hour of Youth's springtime, I have its mem'ry, golden-hued and bright, Nor ask that greater blessing shall be mine Than by your side to stand when my sun sinks, And wait, with you, the coming of the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER INVITES POETS AND HISTORIANS TO WRITE IN CYNTHIA'S PRAISE by PHILIP AYRES TO MR. BARBAULD, WITH A MAP OF THE LAND OF MATRIMONY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FIGHT! (HARVARD-DARTMOUTH FOOTBALL GAME, 1908) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |