COME, darling, see an' if the rose, Which did to the sun's dawn disclose Its purple robe all freshly blown, Has not at hour of Vespers lost Its painted dress, its beauty's boast, And its complexion like your own. Behold! alas! in how brief space, Darling, it has upon the place Let all its beauties pale and fade. Stern stepdame Nature, we must chide, Since such a flower may only bide From morning until even shade. Then, if you trust me, darling, while Your tender age doth bloom and smile In its new fresh, unsullied dress, Gather, oh gather now your youth, Since (as this flower) age, void of ruth, Will tarnish all your loveliness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE TIME OF LOVE by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN PSALM 42 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |