Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss, And make you old, and leave me in my prime? How you and I, who scale together yet A little while the sweet, immortal height No pilgrim may remember or forget, As sure as the world turns, some granite night Shall lie awake and know the gracious flame Gone out forever on the mutual stone; And call to mind that on the day you came I was a child, and you a hero grown? And the night pass, and the strange morning break Upon our anguish for each other's sake! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A RUNNABLE STAG by JOHN DAVIDSON SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |