And how could I grow old while she's so young? Methinks her heart sets tune for mine to beat, We are so near; her new thoughts, incomplete, Find their shaped wording happen on my tongue; Like bloom on last year's winterings newly sprung My youth upflowers with hers, and must repeat Old joyaunces in me nigh obsolete. Could I grow older while my child's so young? And there are tales how youthful blood instilled Thawing frore Age's veins gave life new course, And quavering limbs and eyes made indolent Grew freshly eager with beginning force: She so breathes impulse. Were my years twice spent, Not burdening Age, with her, could make me chilled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS; A MEDLEY by ALFRED TENNYSON YEARS OF THE MODERN by WALT WHITMAN SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TRAVELOGUE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG SONNET: 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |