@2D@1O not forget, When you are old, Margaret, And I am—cold, That long ago I was your loyal lover. Two, when we met, Were you,—no more, Margaret; And I—twoscore; Far in the past, those sunlit days are over,— Those days God let Shine pure and bright, Margaret, When man and mite Merrily played amid the summer clover. My sun has set That yours might rise, Margaret; Now all men's eyes Rejoice your radiant beauty to discover. And yet, and yet My soul says slowly: "Margaret Does not forget! Her child-heart holy Once and for aye enshrined you as her lover." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG MARIANNE MOORE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TRAVEL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |