Thou canst not see him standing by -- Time -- with a poppied hand Stealing thy youth's simplicity, Even as falls unceasingly His waning sand. He'll pluck thy childish roses, as Summer from her bush Strips all the loveliness that was; Even to the silence evening has Thy laughter hush. Thy locks too faint for earthly gold, The meekness of thine eyes, He will darken and dim, and to his fold Drive, 'gainst the night, thy stainless, old Innocencies; Thy simple words confuse and mar, Thy tenderest thoughts delude, Draw a long cloud athwart thy star, Still with loud timbrels heaven's far Faint interlude. Thou canst not see; I see, dearest; O, then, yet patient be, Though love refuse thy heart all rest, Though even love wax angry, lest Love should lose @3thee@1! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICH AND POOR; OR, SAINT AND SINNER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE SALZBURG CHIMES by HENRY ALFORD COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE A HYMN OF IMAGINATION by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TWO VOICES by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV THE WORLD PLAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |