YES! thou art fair, and I had lov'd If we in earlier hours had met; But ere tow'rd me thy beauty mov'd The sun of Love's brief day had set. Though I may watch thy opening bloom, And its rich promise gladly see, 'T will not procrastinate my doom: The ripen'd fruit is not for me. Yet, had I shar'd thy course of years, And young as Hope beheld thy charms, The love that only now endears Perchance had given thee to my arms. Vain, vain regret! Another day Will kiss the buds of younger flowers, But ne'er will evening turn away From love untimelier than ours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO HIS FRIEND R.L. IN PRAISE OF MUSIQUE AND POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN ANTE-BELLUM SERMON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) HIS ALLY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 133 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MORNING STAR by IDA MAY BORNCAMP |