TIME was you heard the music of a sigh, And Love awoke; and with it Song was born, -- Song glad as young birds carol in the morn, And tender as the blue and brooding sky, When all the earth feels Spring's warm witchery, And with fresh flowers her bosom doth adorn; And lovers love, and cannot love forlorn, Since Love is of the gods, and may not die. In after years may come some wildering light, -- Some sweet delusion, followed for a space, -- Such fitful fire-flies flash athwart the night, But fade before the shining of that face Which shines upon you still in Death's despite, Whose steadfast beauty lights till death your days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 42. AL-JAMIL by EDWIN ARNOLD AT THE PICTURE-SHOW by KARLE WILSON BAKER SONNET OF FISHES by GEORGE BARKER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 68. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |