WHAT! -- ty years? -- I never could have guessed it By any token writ upon your brow, Or other test of Time, -- had you not now, Just to surprise me, foolishly confessed it. Well, on your word, of course, I must receive it; Although (to say the truth) it is, indeed, As proselytes sometimes accept a creed, While in their hearts they really don't believe it! While all around is changed, no change appears, My darling Sophie, to these eyes of mine, In aught of thee that I have deemed divine, To mark the number of the vanished years, -- The kindly years that on that face of thine Have spent their life, and, "dying, made no sign!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA A GOODNIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE MAN CHRIST by THERESE (KARPER) LINDSEY THE FAIR SINGER by ANDREW MARVELL ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SONG OF THE COSSACK by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER ANOTHER JOURNEY FROM BETHUNE TO CUINCHY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |