LONG life to thee, long virtue, long delight, A flowering early and late! Long beauty, grave to thought and gay to sight, A distant date! Yet, as so many poets love to sing (When young the child will die), "No autumn will destroy this lovely spring," So, Sylvia, I. I'll write thee dapper verse and touching rhyme; "Our eyes shall not behold --" The commonplace shall serve for thee this time: "Never grow old." For there's another way to stop thy clock Within my cherishing heart, To carry thee unalterable, and lock Thy youth apart: Thy flower, for me, shall evermore be hid In this close bud of thine, Not, Sylvia, by thy death -- O God forbid! Merely by mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 34. MUTABILITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A DRINKING SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PUPPETS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE EVICTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT UPON YE SIGHT OF MY ABORTIVE BIRTH YE 31TH: OF DECEMBER 1657 by MARY CAREY |