If I bid you, you will come, If I bid you, you will go, You are mine, and so I take you To my heart, your home; Well, ah, well I know I shall not forsake you. I shall always hold you fast, I shall never set you free, You are mine, and I possess you Long as life shall last; You will comfort me, I shall bless you. I shall keep you as we keep Flowers for memory, hid away, Under many a newer token Buried deep, Roses of a gaudier day, Rings and trinkets, bright and broken. Other women I shall love, Fame and fortune I may win, But when fame and love forsake me And the light is night above, You will let me in, You will take me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MOUNTAINEER AND POET by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON THE LAST MAN: RECEPTION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A COUNTRY GOD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CANTICLE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT LEE PRIORY, AUGUST 10, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |