There's a feast undated yet: Both our true lives hold it fast, - The first day we ever met. What a great day came and passed! - Unknown then, but known at last. And we met: You knew not me, Mistress of your joys and fears; Held my hands that held the key Of the treasure of your years, Of the fountain of your tears. For you knew not it was I, And I knew not it was you. We have learnt, as days went by. But a flower struck root and grew Underground, and no one knew. Days of days! Unmarked it rose, In whose hours we were to meet; And forgotten passed. Who knows, Was earth cold or sunny, Sweet, At the coming of your feet? One mere day, we thought; the measure Of such days the year fulfils. Now, how dearly would we treasure Something from its fields, its rills, And its memorable hills; - But one leaf of oak or lime, Or one blossom from its bowers No one gathered at the time. Oh, to keep that day of ours By one relic of its flowers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SELF-DECEPTION by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE OLD GHOST by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE COMPENSATION by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |