COME soon! Before we both forget! For alien months will blind. I might behold your beauty yet, Your words might charm my mind; But new dreams ever bud and flower, And old dreams fade and change; A rose can wither in an hour, And friendly eyes grow strange. My heart still yearns to have you near, I think you love me yet, But Oh, come soon, my dear, my dear, Before we both forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE L'INDIFFERENT; WATTEAU; THE LOUVRE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |