HOW soon the prophet stars decree That you shall fall at last to me I know not. This at least I know, That many worlds must come and go Before enchantment brings us both Together for our long-lost troth. Often I push my books away, To search (there's heartbreak in the play) A map of star-embroidered sky, And finger space where you and I Shall whisper of an ancient grief, And kiss it into unbelief. World after world shall I be vexed To miss you, and shall try the next In patient valour. Slowly nears Your kiss. And what's a billion years For me to pay if, when I turn The golden corner, I discern (A little pinched by want of mirth) The face that shook my life on earth? Fast shall I run to see if you Still wear those eyes of grey in blue. The danger is, my heart may beat Too loud, and kill me at your feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 6. HYMN TO CHEERFULNESS by MARK AKENSIDE ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: BRIDAL SONG AND DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |