NOW, at last, I lie asleep Where no morrows break, -- Why take heed to tread so soft? -- Fear you lest I wake? Time there was when I was red As a rose in June With the kisses of your lips, -- Ah, they failed me soon. Now they would not warm my mouth Though they fell like rain: I am marble, dear; and they Marble cannot stain. Ah, if you had loved me more, Been content to wait, Some time you had found the key To Love's inmost gate. Why, indeed, should any man Wait for Autumn days, When the present Summer wooes To her rosy ways? Only, -- now I lie here dead; I shall not awake, And you need not tread so soft For my deaf ears' sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY HEAVEN by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH VILLANELLE: AU RETOUR DU PRINTEMPS by PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN WHY PLAGUE ME, LOVES? by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS AND THE DREAMERS OF DREAMS by JOHN OSCAR BECK THE GEOGRAPHER'S GLORY; OR, THE GLOBE IN 1730 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |