WHEN first you trembled at my kiss And blushed before and after, Your life, a rose 'twixt May and June, Was stirred by breeze of laughter. I asked no mortal maid to leave A kiss where there were plenty; Enough the fragrance of your lips When I was five-and-twenty. Fair mistress of a moment's joy, We met, and then we parted; You gave me all you had to give, Nor were you broken-hearted! For other lips have known your kiss, Oh! fair inconstant lady, While you have gone your shameless way 'Till life has passed its heyday. And then we met in middle age, You matronly and older; And somewhat gone your maiden blush, And I, well, rather colder. And now that you are thin and pale, And I am slowly graying, We meet, remindful of the past, When we two went a-maying. Alas! while you, an old coquette, Still flaunt your faded roses, The arctic loneliness of age Around my pathway closes. Dear aged wanton of the feast, Egeria of gay dinners, I leave your unforgotten charm To other younger sinners. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM by JOANNA BAILLIE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 38. TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MR. MERRY'S LAMENT FOR LONG TOM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |