SWEETHEART, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at one. But O, in a minute she changed -- O do not love too long, Or you will grow out of fashion Like an old song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE WILLOW POEM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE |