There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That where those two clear sparkling eyes are plac'd Only two loop-holes then I might behold; That lovely, arched, ivory, polish'd brow Defac'd with wrinkles that I might but see; Thy dainty hair, so curl'd and crisped now, Like grizzled moss upon some aged tree; Thy cheek, now flush with roses, sunk and lean; Thy lips with age as any wafer thin; Thy pearly teeth out of thy head so clean That, when thou feed'st, thy nose shall touch thy chin. These lines that now thou scorn'st, which should delight thee, Then would I make thee read but to despite thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 13. ON LYRIC POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE OMNES EODEM COGIMUR by AMMIANUS PSALM 7; UPON WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE VOICE FROM THE CHORUS by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |