She will not have it that my day wanes low, Poor of the fire its drooping sun denies, That on my brow the thin lines write good-byes Which soon may be read plain for all to know, Telling that I have done with youth's brave show; Alas! and done with youth in heart and eyes, With wonder and with far expectancies, Save but to say "I knew such long ago." She will not have it. Loverlike to me, She with her happy gaze finds all that's best, She sees this fair and that unfretted still, And her own sunshine over all the rest: So she half keeps me as she'd have me be, And I forget to age, through her sweet will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAYFLOWER [DECEMBER 21, 1620] by ERASTUS WOLCOTT ELLSWORTH A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE LOGOGRIPH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WHEN GOD WEARIED by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |