Life and I are lovers, straying Arm in arm along: Often like two children Maying, Full of mirth and song. Life plucks all the blooming hours Growing by the way; Binds them on my brow like flowers; Calls me Queen of May. Then again, in rainy weather, We sit vis-a-vis, Planning work we'll do together In the years to be. Sometimes Life denies me blisses, And I frown or pout; But we make it up with kisses Ere the day is out. Woman-like, I sometimes grieve him, Try his trust and faith, Saying I shall one day leave him For his rival Death. Then he always grows more zealous, Tender, and more true; Loves the more for being jealous, As all lovers do. Though I swear by stars above him, And by worlds beyond, That I love him -- love him -- love him; Though my heart is fond; Though he gives me, doth my lover, Kisses with each breath -- I shall one day throw him over, And plight troth with Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME (2) by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 32 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 2. CANTO 8. PRELUDE: THE KISS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 25 by PHILIP SIDNEY GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |