I DO not wish to win your vow To take me soon or late as bride, And lift me from the nook where now I tarry your farings to my side. I am blissful ever to abide In this green labyrinth -- let all be, If but, whatever may betide, You do not leave off loving me! Your comet-comings I will wait With patience time shall not wear through; The yellowing years will not abate My largened love and truth to you, Nor drive me to complaint undue Of absence, much as I may pine, If never another 'twixt us two Shall come, and you stand wholly mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY A FOREST HYMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI DECEMBER by ELIZABETH V. AUVACHE |