When winter snows upon thy golden hairs, And frost of age hath nipped thy flowers near; When dark shall seem thy day that never clears, And all lies withered that was held so dear: Then take this picture which I here present thee, Limned with a pencil not all unworthy; Here see the gifts that God and nature lent thee; Here read thyself, and what I suffered for thee. This may remain thy lasting monument, Which happily posterity may cherish; These colors with thy fading are not spent; These may remain when thou and I shall perish. If they remain, then thou shalt live thereby; They will remain, and so thou canst not die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |