I, who had eyes to wander here and there, No longer have my vision unconfined: Love brings the first grave thoughts of majesty Into the free republic of my mind. The time is grave with doubting of my power To serve her well, that she may always smile: Love-at-first-sight is oft, as hundreds know, Made Love-lies-bleeding, in too short a while. Some day I'll take love easy, as a child Will drink his mother's milk while half-asleep: But when Love's young he's troubled -- like Old Age -- With breath that's short, that still no time can keep. |