Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my judgment knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny, Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' When I was certain o'er incertainty, Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe; then might I not say so, To give full growth to that which still doth grow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD WOMAN by JOSEPH CAMPBELL COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE INCHCAPE ROCK by ROBERT SOUTHEY COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WRITTEN ON THE LEAVES OF A FAN by FRANCIS ATTERBURY THE FELLOWSHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES WHAT IS LONDON'S LAST NEW LION? by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: REVELATION by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |